Sirius Black Brother 소설 & 이야기

“Welcome to Blacklands—the home of mafia werewolves.” I leaned forward slightly, my voice low but certain. “Now… it’s time we go find our sister.”

The pieces clicked in rapid succession, cold and sharp. The eyes. The jaw. The smirk. That wasn’t Gerald Potter. That was Ryan Blackwood. My brother.

PENNY POV Christopher Black, maybe the name sounds familiar. The black-haired man's eyes shine in recognition and something more, as if recognized the surname of the wolves. It's no secret that he's involved with the organized crime; the men behind us and the demeanor of the brothers can confirm it, but he doesn't mention it. Yes, he has had some work done with my brother. Well, the three of us wanted to make something new, and my girl also wanted to get a tattoo.

“Enjoy the rest of your evening.” Aaron grabbed my hand, ready to pull me away. “Did she tell you she used to suck Dorian’s dick?” Bella said. Aaron’s frown vanished at once. “Oh. You didn’t know?” she said. “Do you know what I find interesting,” Bella continued. “You went from Dorian’s girlfriend to being fired in one night but now you are back working for his brother. Or should I say his illegitimate brother?” She tilted her head. “You can’t just stay away, can you?”

She looked at him, confused "How is that even possible?" Sirius said nothing at first, using a stick to draw figures on the ground for a while then said "Did you know? I am a hundred and fifty four" "No you're...." "And Axel is a hundred and fifty three" He continued. Her eyes widened as she suddenly began to feel uncomfortable "I.. I thought you didn't know Axel" "We are cousins actually" Sirius said with a sigh "I believe he didn't tell you any of this. He hasn't been truly honest with you, has he?"

Ben replied, "He said… Unless Ms. Maegan is dead, don't bother him." For a second, Peter just stared, as if he couldn't believe what he had heard. Don't bother him unless she was dead? What kind of brother would say something like that? Peter turned to look at me. My face was pale and flushed with fever, but my expression was completely blank, as if I had already gotten used to it. Something in both his and Sarah's expressions softened. Peter let out a cold huff and slammed his hand against the table. "Hah! Very well. Go again. Tell him I'm the one calling him this time. If he won't come for his sister, let's see if he ignores me, too."

Inside the Gulfstream’s master cabin, the low hum of the engines was drowned out by the harsh, electric silence hanging over the conference table. On the encrypted screen, the live broadcast from the London Stock Exchange floor cycled through key frame captures. Justin Blackwood—the illegitimate, cold-blooded eldest half-brother whom the Blackwood Consortium had stripped of voting rights four years ago—stood flanked by London barristers and shadow syndicate representatives. His smug smile was a twisted mirror image of Ethan's intensity and Lucian's danger.

He had midnight-black hair and lethal, glowing amber eyes that swept over the crowd with absolute boredom. A faint, rugged scar ran along his jawline, a reminder of his dangerous time ruling the lawless offshore networks. It was Killian Blackwood—Cassian's exiled older brother, the true, feared Lycan Alpha of the Shadowlands. My heart skipped a beat, a wicked smile finally touching my lips. My perfect weapon, and my true fated match, had just arrived.

Heartbroken, I stared at my door when I heard a knock. I looked at the monitor and saw Lucas standing in front of the door. "Come in, Lucas," I said and he slowly opened the door, he peeked inside, before he came in, weird! "Sir, your brother is here," Lucas said, one of my betas, a devoted man I ever met. He was older than me and he was the one with me in my entire existence here, on human territory. I respected him a lot and will always be. I'm thankful that I had someone who was the same as me here, a werewolf.

A young man got in a bowed before making his statement. "I'm pleased to inform you that yesterday's operation went well. Two men of Stone were murdered and the bag is in our possession." "That's great news. What about the Black moon?" He asked with interest. "He was nowhere to be found and that was to our advantage," he said the last part lowly. "I see, seems Black moon's becoming busy lately. What can he do? He's human too." Matteo added very excitedly. The man dropped a glass of wine before him and scurried out of the room, happy for being alive.