Sirius Black Dies Novels & Stories

Only one man sitting above the Board. Only one person powerful enough to bury deaths. Erase records. Control corporations. And manipulate governments. The founder of Blackwood Holdings. The man Damian had admired his entire life. The man who supposedly retired years ago. The man Damian called grandfather. Arthur Blackwood. The room went completely silent. Then a gunshot shattered the window. Glass exploded inward. Everyone ducked instinctively. A second shot followed. Then a third. The mansion erupted into chaos. Charles immediately spun toward the darkness outside.

He adjusted the microphone with a steady, infuriatingly calm hand. "Ladies and gentlemen of the press, please," Killian said, his silver-blue eyes scanning the chaotic room with an icy indifference that seemed to freeze the air. "What you just witnessed is the tragic, unhinged breakdown of a bankrupt man who has lost everything." A few reporters quieted down, but the shouting continued at the front. "What about the papers, Mr. Blackwood? He claimed to have the contract!”

one of their allies asked with a frown. “The Knights’ reputation will be ruined and we might lose investors too! Governor Castro is dead too! And the President of Robles Construction! What the hell is going on here? Mi’lady Scarlett, is there something we should know?” one of the Knights Empire directors asked. Scarlett didn’t answer because she was just staring blankly. “Is it true what’s on the news? That the black market was involved in Sir Dominic’s death? I can’t believe it! Demons!”

Lawyer: “Ms. Blackwood, the sale was clean.” Sophia hung up. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked tired. --- *Friday | 8:00 am | Morning Briefing* Ryan: “Laurent launch is live. Early numbers are strong.” Elena: “Good.” Ryan: “Blackwood has canceled two events this week. Citing ‘restructuring.’” Elena: “Noted.” Ryan closed the folder. Elena: “Dismissed.” He turned to go. Elena: “Ryan.”

"The secondary server pool is on the third floor of an old laundry facility behind the rail yards. Rafe has the keys to the service elevator. If we get the manual bypass codes into the terminal before Sophia’s campaign manager logs into the proxy registry, the Wilmington shares stay in the pool. Your father’s short positions will execute at eight-thirty." "And the company?" Elias asked. "The company dies," Damien said simply. "Both of them do. By nine o'clock, the Hawthorne name won't buy a cup of coffee on Wall Street, and Blackwood Innovations will be a line item in an insolvency filing in Wilmington. We’ll be two men with a cracked Volvo and twelve hundred dollars in a checking account th

“I’m serious. I don’t want to be the CEO who dies from excessive sex.” We both started laughing, the kind of helpless, post-sex laughter that made everything feel lighter. It was just a silly joke between us, nothing more. "Your shareholders would be devastated," I said. "My shareholders would find it deeply suspicious," he said. "James would have to release a very carefully worded statement." "Mr. Black passed away peacefully," I said, in my best press conference voice, "following an evening of. '" "Vigorous negotiations," he finished, and we both lost it again.

I ask softly, choosing my words carefully. “I don’t know,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “All the articles. Every rumor we spent millions planting—they’re gone. Completely wiped from the servers. Just like that.” “What?” My stomach drops. “You can’t be serious. How is that even possible? Who has that kind of power?” A name forms in my mind before I can stop it. “Did Damon—” “No.” Cyrus cuts me off immediately. “The Blackwoods aren’t capable of pulling something like this.”

Zander’s voice was steady. “The facility called me two days ago,” Marcus said. “Michael Blackwood passed away shortly after the fire at the mansion was officially ruled an accident. They said he was talking to a ‘Rita’ until the very last minute. Heart failure. The doctors said it was peaceful, if you can call a life like that ending in a hospital bed peaceful.” Zander closed his eyes for a heartbeat. I felt his grip on my hand tighten, then relax. The two men who had been the architects of our misery were gone. The curse that had started with Daniel Blackwood and festered through Michael and Julian had reached its terminal point.

she said, her voice trembling. Aaron’s eyes scanned the screen as his heart sank. The news anchor’s words hit him like a blow to the chest. "Zared Williams, CEO of the Williams Group, one of the largest and most influential companies in London, has been confirmed dead. Authorities have declared it a suicide. Sources report that after being revived from a critical condition, a series of unfortunate events led to him taking off life support." Aaron’s mouth hung open, his breath caught in his throat. His gaze moved from the screen to Lily, whose face had drained of color. The weight of the news was too much to bear, and in that moment, everything felt like it was slipping away.

When nobody made any attempt to speak, Elder Samuel cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the Coven leaders and Elder Kane and he asked, “And what news is that?” Sapphire pulled out a cloth from her dress and she went on her knees before laying it down. The Elders and the Coven leaders present all watched as she unwrapped the cloth, revealing a small dagger covered in black blood. Sapphire raised her head up to look at them and she announced, “Kyra Blackburn of the Blackburn Coven...has passed away.” And she grinned even more wider. *