Sirius Black Daughter Novels & Stories

Xavier opened the folder. I watched his expression change. First confusion. Then disbelief. Then shock. He looked up slowly. “This…” Elena spoke calmly. “Mr. Blackwood’s sealed will.” My breath caught. Sealed… will? Xavier scanned the document again. “If I understand everything well, This says… you’re his daughter.” “Yes I’m his daughter.” My heart pounded. That wasn’t possible. Was it? “During his lifetime He never mentioned you,” Xavier said quietly. “He wasn’t supposed to.”

“You are scared of me now, aren’t you? With good reason of course, after seeing that.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked towards me closing the gap between us. “I did my research on you Sara Black and I know you are thee daughter of the former alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. The child of the alpha my father killed twenty years ago.”

Something I had witnessed before, from the night of the tragedy. The night everything turned for the worse, and the Dark Circle managed to get their hands on the child that was spoken of on the crystal stones in the fortress, the one destined to save the supernatural realm from the greatest force of evil that would be awoken from the chaos of darkness. Whatever, or whoever that evil was, the prophecy didn't say, but the prophesied child was one of us. She was the daughter of one of the Crystal Fortress head witches, Fiona Black. A powerful witch from an ancient clan also, Luna of the Black Blood Pack, and mother to the Black Blood Pack's Alphas, Alpha Leonardo and Kaiser Black.

It’s the first time anyone’s ever introduced her this way—his girlfriend and by her surname. “Many of you may not know this,” Noah continues, his voice smooth, confident, as though this revelation is the most natural thing in the world, “but Sienna is the daughter of Stark Davis, CEO of Paragon Group.” The silence in the room deepens, the weight of the announcement sinking in. Aurora’s face tightens, her smile faltering. Her children glance nervously between their mother and the others, and even Ackworth seems at a loss.

"I'm not sure she knew anything about the supernatural back then. She just found out recently. She told me herself." Sara stopped pacing. Turned to look at me. Her face was different now. Serious. "She's lying to you, Angel." "No." "Yes." Sara walked closer. "How can the daughter of the most powerful witch in Moonridge not know about werewolves and witches? About vampires and packs? That doesn't make sense." I thought about it. She had a point. Lyra Blackwood is not just any witch. She's legendary. Powerful. Feared. Her daughter grew up in that world. She had to know something.

“Could you mind explaining how the documents in your possession somehow manufactured a twin overnight?” Mira drawls, “I don’t know. You tell me.” Gasps ripple across the room. Everyone pauses, eyes wide in shock. Sir Billy blinks. “Excuse me?” “Look, I know you all want to flaunt your powers as board members,” she says. “But please leave me out of it. My father is Daemon Denvers.” “Stepfather,” Alex corrects with a frown. She scoffs. “Whatever. Like I said, my father is Daemon Denvers. Do you think he’d be happy hearing that you summoned his daughter and are interrogating her like a prisoner?”

I said, shaking my head. “From today, I, Alpha North, declare Elena Black, daughter of Gabe Black, as a slave to my mate and Luna, Leila.” he announced.

Damon glanced at his wristwatch, his patience thinning. "She should be out by now, it's been over ten minutes." “Master,” Tiger spoke up, a sly smile playing at his lips. “Is she the one?” Damon asked, his eyes scanning for answers. “Yes, boss, she’s Kane Blackwood’s daughter," He said with a grin on his face. "Good; this is the perfect opportunity for us, a direct line to Blackwood territory.” Damon smiled, turning his face to the direction of Anna's room.

"We've been waiting." Her tone was like a blade, every syllable slicing deep. Mrs. Black's eyes were red. "Where is my daughter? I want to see her. Please… I just want to see her." "She's already asleep," the werewolf replied coolly. "She's in cryostasis. If you interrupt the process now, the experiment will fail. There will be no second chance and she will decay." Mrs. Black paled, her legs nearly giving out. "No… no! Don't stop the experiment. I—I won't see her. I won't…"

“I’m guessing that’s not a tourist.” “No,” I said quietly. “It isn’t.” “Well…” Luca let out a low breath. “Here we go.” Ava looked between us. “Someone care to explain?” I set my coffee down slowly. “That,” I said, pointing at the screen, “is Selene Blackwind.” The room went very still. Ava studied the image again. “Related to Marcus?” “His daughter.” “Ah.” The single syllable carried more understanding than surprise. “And I’m guessing she didn’t come here to admire the scenery.”