Sirius Black Daughter Novels & Stories

He wanted to know what the man was up to this time. "What do you want?" Ivan demanded, his voice unwavering. Black's lips curled into a sinister smile. "I want you to stay away from my daughter." Hos voice was calm, as though he was making just any demand. Ivan's confusion transformed into anger. "Your daughter? What does she have to do with any of this?" And which daughter was he talking about? Black's eyes flashed with anger and sorrow, but his voice remained cold and detached. "My daughter is off-limits to you. She deserves better than a man tainted by the blood of her parents."

I laughed on his last sentence. "You sound funny when you call yourself my father, Seth. You lost the right when you decided to trade my daughter for your so called image and for a mere inheritance. So, Mr. Seth Blackwood, I am here to tell you very proudly that I named my daughter as my next legal heir. She'll inherit the title of being the next owner of Blackwood Corp. The very first female owner of your legacy." I declared and all the colors evaporated from his face.

"I still think we need to keep her in the dark about the shifter world until we understand what she is. She may look and seem human but something in my gut tells me Sirus's offspring will not only be that. Keep an eye on her Giovanni, we can't risk making a mistake with her." I take a step forward, trying to see them but my elbow ends up hitting a blue vase that had been sitting on the table. I grab it before it could fall. "Son?" Dad called out to me, already knowing I was there. "Yeah, I forgot my keys." I cleared my throat, walking into the dining room and picking up the keys I had left on the table. Dad had that stern look that told me he knew I had eavesdropped on their conversation. No

She said, her voice low and cautious. “Hi, this is Katherine Blackwood speaking,” a smooth voice echoed through the other side of the phone. I’m sure this is Andrea Wilford, right?” Andrea pulled the phone away from my ear, her expression a mirror of skepticism. She stared at the screen in her hand for a moment before placing it back to her ear again. “Who did you say you are again?” She asked. “I’m sure you’re already aware of who the owner of Blackwood Empire is. I am the only daughter of the Blackwood family, and Alexander Blackwood’s sister,” she introduced herself, her voice dripping with confidence.

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”

I said. She seemed lost in thought for a couple of seconds and started to laugh as if I had cracked a joke. "You are really dumb, Selene; they played you well, and I am sure Danica is behind this," she said. "What do you mean by that?" I ask, both confused and angry. "You are so naive, Selene; I am sure Xavier decided the day. It is because they know who you are; they know you are the daughter of the moon, and they even know if something happens to you, the moon goddess herself will come to help you.

Her little nose wrinkled as she thought. "You won't leave me?" she whispered. "Not until your real parents come," I promised. She took a deep breath. "My name is Selene." The name hit me like a physical blow. Selene. The name I'd picked for my daughter before— "And your last name?" the officer asked. "Blackwood," she whispered. "My daddy is Darius Blackwood." The room spun. I gripped the chair to keep from falling. This couldn't be happening. This little girl, the one who felt so right in my arms, was Darius's daughter? But that meant…

I look anyway. The first result when I search Lucian’s name is a photograph I recognize. The lobby of Blackwood Holdings, yesterday morning, grainy security-camera quality, Isabella and Emma walking through the front doors. Beneath it, in the bold clean type of a headline designed to be clicked: Billionaire’s Secret Daughter? Sources Close to Blackwood Holdings Say Tests Pending. I scroll.

“I’ve been trying to make things right, but I have no power in Greyson Corp anymore. “But you should have told me. Now, everything is all messed up. Those men no longer have those shares.” “What?” My dad stood up in a flash. His eyes were wide in shock. “Then—then who has them?” His fear was palpable. “James Monroe’s illegitimate daughter. My ex, Vivan Sullivan.” “No—no way. Vivian is trouble.”

Surely, she’ll know it’s not true. “That is a gossip magazine,” my father begins. “It’s not true.” I can see the fury glowing behind his eyes. “I don’t know about that,” Allan says with a shrug. “It’s right here in black and white.” “It’s not true,” I say, keeping my voice calm. “A. Savage took over her father’s business just a day or so before we had our meeting to establish the details of us procuring the property. Up until that point, no one even knew who Mr. Savage’s daughter was. I certainly didn’t.”