Sirius Black Family Tree Novels & Stories

I pressed, my tone gentle but insistent. Ethan's gaze drifted back to mine, his eyes haunted by the past. "Some major incidents occurred," he said, his voice low. "I was too young to remember much, but my brother might recall it. Nathan was older, he'd know more about what went down." He paused, collecting his thoughts. "Sirius's departure was...contentious, to say the least. There's a lot of bad blood between him and our family."

the truth had become far more complicated than I had ever imagined. Never, not even for a second, had I imagined that the culprit would be him. My mind had gone through countless possibilities over the past several days. The first was Patrick Black... my uncle. Ever since Father's death, he had never bothered hiding his ambition to seize control of the Black family and everything Father had built. If Nyssa had died, he knew I would be too overcome with grief, and he would definitely make his move. Then there was Mother... the matriarch of the Black family.

Just steadying himself. "Lord Cassius Blackthorn is an Alpha lord from the western European territories," he said. "Old bloodline. Significant resources. He has been connected to the events surrounding your parents' deaths since the beginning but never directly implicated." He paused. "He was present at three Council meetings in the year before the fire. He knew what your mother had found. He was one of the people who understood what it meant." "He didn't want it suppressed," I said slowly. "He wanted it controlled."

Even after I showed them her damn broken phone. “Mr. Blackwood, I’ll suggest you sit this one out. Joseph Matin Muir will be on his way. Besides, I heard you have your own problems to deal with.” Ah yes, I do. I mean, when don’t I ever have a problem? From the moment I was born into this family, I’ve always had problems. A twisted father who never got satisfaction from anything I did. Who never even saw me as worthy of getting my own inheritance. A sick, twisted wife who fucked around.

“Skyler, are you okay? Did you hit your head or something? If you did, well just let me introduce myself. I am Savannah Harris, the oldest child of the Harris who owns SH holdings, and I am proudly to be the black sheep in this family. I’ve been causing trouble for the past twenty-eight years of my life, a little bit more won’t hurt, right?” [Savannah--] “Skyler, I’m not needed in that dinner. Whatever the old man wants doesn’t concern me at all, and yes, I’m talking about grandfather. Besides, I’m a hundred percent sure that I’m not included on his plans because I never was. I’m just going to sit there and be the bitch again, is that what you want? If I attend, I’ll end up being the drama o

She really wanted to have grandchildren soon, she always said. "Mom? Are you serious? Why?" I asked, in a suspicious tone. "I... Dreamed," my mother muttered slowly. "Madam Black, she's come to me a few times lately and scolded me, for always badgering you about mate." "Madam Black?" I asked confused. Madam Black is one of the ancestral descendants of black magicians, who came from the Blue Fang pack led by my grandfather, my mother's father, Edward Moss.

until I told him my mate's name. "Gabriel Black?" "Who is he, Jim?" Mom asked worriedly. "The Black family, are cruel, heartless Werewolves. They're close to Royalty, but only distantly - they are a part of the Werewolf Council. I'm not just talking about reputation, I mean - really mean - that they are ruthless, powerful, cold and evil. If you are his mate that means..."

Zira questioned, looking at everyone as if they knew what he was talking about. “What do you mean?” I asked. “After reviewing Doctor Callie’s recent reports and images, this baby is a descendant of the Goddess herself.” “This isn’t news to us,” Isaiah’s father said. Everyone knew the Black family’s ancestors were direct descendants of the Goddess herself. “Of course, Alpha Jack, but how many of your ancestors were white wolves?” Everyone gasped at the new information.

"It's all because of you!" Sirius aimed his wrath-filled gaze toward Charlotte and seethed, "You just had to attempt murder on Jim's two kids and killed that bitchy Roanne who you failed to control! We wouldn't have ended up like this! "I needed one week, just another week, and I'd be the only successor in the Quinn family. We'd be living like royalty by then, thriving in the limelight! It's all your fault!" Luna frowned as she listened to Sirius' rants, subconsciously turning to look at Granny Quinn at the far side. The elder's face was paler than the wall behind her. Perhaps Granny Quinn had never thought that Sirius was responsible for her gradually weakening body.

: Sorin Araimis Zaveri stood at the pinnacle of his family's multi-billion-dollar empire, navigating a world of power and privilege with finesse. As the fourth-generation scion of the Zaveri dynasty, Sorin had been groomed from a young age to uphold and expand upon the legacy of his ancestors. His life was a whirlwind of boardroom meetings, global ventures, and philanthropic endeavors, all under the watchful eye of his family and the scrutiny of the public eye.