Serius Black Novels & Stories

He disappeared into the adjoining room, the beaded curtain rustling behind him. My thoughts went to Zevarion. I had already made my choice, I would stay by his side, no matter what, but I needed to know. I had to know what he truly was. The man returned moments later, cradling a black mirror with edges that shimmered faintly like the surface of still water under moonlight. “This is an obsidian mirror,” he explained. “Drop your blood onto it, or into water mixed with silver dust. When a demon looks into it, their true form will be revealed.”

New Status: Serena Blackwood declared ALIVE Revocation Date: October 15, 2024 Approved by: New York City Department of Health & NYPD Serena stared at the document with wide eyes. "This... is impossible. How could—" "Kaevan used all his connections," Ethan cut in with a neutral tone. "He paid the right people, manipulated the system, even 'found' false DNA evidence showing that the woman who died wasn't Serena. The official story is: Serena experienced severe depression after the crisis in her husband's company three years ago, then disappeared without a trace. Everyone thought she committed suicide. But actually—she just... left. Underwent mental rehabilitation at a secret facility in Switze

''Theo's POV'' "You seem calm," the Council leader said. "I am calm," Theo said. "For someone whose suite is at the center of a murder investigation." "I find panic rarely improves a situation." Seris — three hundred years old, vampire, the kind of stillness that came from having outlived most things worth being agitated about — looked at him across the table with eyes the color of old amber and said nothing for a moment. Theo had been on the receiving end of a lot of loaded silences in his life. He was comfortable here.

They found themselves standing in the middle of a hospital room that had been formatted ten months ago. Serena was there. Not the "Savior" with the silver hair and the saintly smile, but a woman with blood on her hands and a calculating look in her eyes as she held a black data-siphon over an unconscious Aria Blackwood. Kael froze. He looked at the scene, his breath hitching in his chest. He turned to the real Serena, who was standing at the back of the group of Elders, her face turning a ghastly, translucent white.

Better to back off and let him have the girl. Inside the car, Sera sat in total darkness, relying only on her ears, her sense of smell, and her touch to make sense of the world around her. The black void was still new—just yesterday she could see the vibrant colors of everything around her. Now, nothing remained but endless night.

“You brought him back.” “Lab confirmed it,” Mark said, gesturing to the report. “Contact toxin. Fast-acting.” Damian let out a quiet breath. “That means-” “It means you’re in,” Mark cut in. “For now.” Minutes later, they stood around the board. Mark slid a file forward. “Victor Blackwood. Thirty-two. Investor. Clean on paper.” Quinn flipped it open while Damian hovered just behind her. “Divorced. Lives alone,” Mark continued. “Routine is predictable.”

Lila's P.O.V The darkness in the crypt was absolute, a suffocating blanket that pressed against my skin like the weight of all the Blackwood secrets buried here. My flashlight beam sliced through it, casting erratic shadows on the stone walls etched with names of ancestors long gone—generations who had fought their own battles against curses and betrayals. Serena's face emerged in the dim light, pale and drawn, her eyes wide with a fear that mirrored my own. The crash from above still echoed in my ears, the tumbling stones sealing the heavy door shut with a finality that made my heart race.

Sunlight streamed over the streets of Blackrock City. Eira stepped out of the committee hall. All external troubles had been settled. Now she had to face the deadly trap lying beneath the semi-final arena. She pulled the collar of her grey casual robe tight. The daytime wind carried the pungent smell of volcanic ash, stinging against her skin. Serena followed behind with her longsword in hand, grumbling nonstop. “Those corrupt officials of Blackrock! They took Dark Blood bribes yet pretended to be impartial. If Leo hadn’t brought out the account books, we would have been in real trouble today.”

Daniel stepped forward and placed the tablet on the desk, turning the screen toward him before stepping back slightly. The footage played without sound. Serena walked out of the building, her posture straight, her expression unreadable, her movements controlled in a way that suggested far more composure than anyone in her position should have had. For a moment, nothing seemed unusual. Then the car appeared. A black car, sleek and deliberate, pulls up directly in front of her. Damian’s eyes narrowed slightly. The footage continued. The window rolled down. She hesitated. Spoke. Paused again. And then, without resistance, she stepped forward and got in.

He leaned in, fingers shaking as he gripped the burned edge and flipped the cover open. His gaze found page forty-two. I watched his jaw drop. "This... this carries the official seal of the High Treasury," Sterling whispered. His voice wavered as he turned to page forty-three. "Monthly disbursements for the Blackblood raids. Signed by..." He looked up, eyes burning straight through Lady Corinna. "Signed by your registrar, My Lady."