Marauders Sirius Black Novels & Stories

Adam Hart, once a successful and wealthy businessman, succumbed to financial ruin due to poor choices and deceit. Desperate, Adam immersed himself in gambling, associating with the underworld, leading to a drastic change in behavior. Adam's gambling addiction spiraled into massive debts. To cover them, he cunningly pawned the Rossie mansion's certificate, sparking rumors and confirming the betrayal to Lady Rossie.

The pain in my chest, the heavy breathing, it all felt too real. "Time went by too fast," a voice echoed in the dark room. My head still hurt a lot and rubbing it did it no good. "Sirius fell terribly ill and the cause of his illness could not be traced, just like his unknown origin. My darling Sirius was going to die, I had to do something. Out of desperation, I went around asking for help from different gods, but none could help me except Livvy's grandmother. She came up with a plan so we could be together again since saving his form as a divine being was impossible. She would keep Sirius' soul to heal while I'd be put to sleep to release the essence of my dark attributes. When the time is

I wouldn't deny that I was taken aback for a minute. Their height appeared to be the only similarity they had. The one in the middle was African American, the one at the left had a full head of blonde hair, while the one at the right had dark black hair, and he wore glasses, maybe trying to be James Bond. The mafia's James Bond. "The Dark lord instructed us to escort you to your dressing room, where you are meant to pack your bags," said the Mafia James Bond, his voice deep, as expected from his height. It wouldn't make sense if a man as tall as him would sound like SpongeBob freaking SquarePants.

CHAPTER VI: Trouble Young Marc’s eyes widened with anger. They were on fire and he seemed to want to destroy everything he could see right now. This is bad. The Sagittarius symbol is glowing on his forehead. Note to myself: Never provoke that kid. He's way too dangerous. “This is really bad,” Suzaine worriedly uttered. Yeah, it is. The magic flowing around rapidly increases as time goes by. It's going tremendous. “How dare you hurt my beloved pet, Poly! This is not a playground for the two of you, idiots!” Marc, the kid, angrily shouted.

SARA : Well I was only going for their leaders, so I won’t say I took down a lot but I guess I did my best ( in a meek voice) SIRIUS : It’s quite unfortunate that any of you think that you had the highest score as I destroyed not only Agares but all demons and undead he had merged with ( with a proud smirk appearing on his face as he tried to push his sadness to the back of his mind and join in the conversation)

They hit the autostrada north, a phantom convoy slicing through the darkness. "No police scanners. No external comms," Jay ordered, his voice flat. "This is a black site. It never existed." They found the lakeside villa breached, a silent, gaping wound in the tranquil night. The security detail—four of Marco's best—were down in the entry hall, not shot, but taken out with brutal, efficient close-quarters work. Professional. Not a robbery. An extraction.

And I had one target and one alone… the darkness. I closed the distance behind Lisa just as she raised both hands to crush an entire line of wolves, including Xavier. I drove the spear into her back. The sound… It wasn’t a scream. It was the sound of a universe cracking. Lisa arched, a guttural snarl ripping from her throat as black light shot through her body. She turned, slowly, her eyes glowing pitch-black, veins dark as ink spreading across her face. “You,” she hissed. “You human stain.”

Draven commanded, his voice calm yet thunderous, echoing with a power that could not be denied. The guards obeyed immediately, shackling the trio with enchanted chains that shimmered faintly under the moonlight. The crowd parted as they were dragged through the assembly, their heads lowered in shame. Aurora stood still, her fists clenched, the truth clawing at the edges of her mind. Something inside her told her she was on the brink of unraveling a past that had been stolen from her.

Marcus's POV I watched from the treeline as chaos erupted in the Blackwood pack square, and a savage grin split my face. This was exactly what I'd been planning for months. "Hold the line!" I roared to my enhanced rogues, their eyes glowing with the same serum that had once flowed through Maya's veins. "Push forward! Show these pampered pack wolves what real power looks like!" The Blackwood warriors were scrambling, completely unprepared for an attack during an execution. Perfect. Their arrogance had made them sloppy, and now they would pay the price.

She really wanted to have grandchildren soon, she always said. "Mom? Are you serious? Why?" I asked, in a suspicious tone. "I... Dreamed," my mother muttered slowly. "Madam Black, she's come to me a few times lately and scolded me, for always badgering you about mate." "Madam Black?" I asked confused. Madam Black is one of the ancestral descendants of black magicians, who came from the Blue Fang pack led by my grandfather, my mother's father, Edward Moss.