Sirius Black Family Tree Novels & Stories

I mumble. “Who?” Rita asks. I glance at her, shaking my head. “How much do you know about the Blackwoods?” “Nothing detailed enough,” Rita sighs, rolling her eyes. “Do they have a criminal record or something? What are the chances they could be a mafia family?” I mumble. I hear Rita sigh. “The chances are close to zero. The Blackwood family submerges itself in business.” I know that. They go back generations of wealth: great-grandfather, oil business; grandfather, law firm; father, tycoon; and there’s Dominic, who inherits it all and is still the most feared man in the city.

None of us said anything as we finished setting the table and dishing out our meal. Lucas took a few bits then placed his fork down, leaned back in his chair and asked, “What was wrong with the first couple that were together after the pack was split? Why were they not able to parent the first hybrid?” “I asked Indigo that too, because it didn’t make sense. There have only been a select few of the Blackwood family that have had a high enough amount of wolf genes for it to be possible. My Mother was one of them.” Reed holds up his hand like he is going to ask a question as he finishes chewing the bit he has in his mouth.“Why would the Moon Goddess want us to be your protectors? The rest of ou

I demand again, daring him to say it. “We don’t know what Sirius was like before his potential was amplified,” he explains slowly, as if I can’t possibly understand. “Your children? We can explain them. Sirius? We can’t.” “Why?” I hiss at him, daring him to say it. “Because they’re not as exceptional as Sirius?”

Before I could finish my words, the door was pushed open and grandfather worked in with his assistant. Everybody stood up including me to greet him. He patted my back and sat down on his chair. "I found this company 40 years ago, it started as a black trade but now it has expanded all over the world has the largest oil company you can ever find BLACKS PIPELINE corporation is not just an oil company, it is the standard of every oil company out there. I am proud of how far we have come and I'm super proud of Dylan; my grandson for keeping the legacy of this company going when I couldn't. I had always thought that my son Jack would be the one to take over this company one day but destiny had a

“Of course he did.” The Blackwood Group was not just a corporation. It was an empire built on bloodlines and control. Generations of men had ruled it, each passing authority to the next with the assumption that an heir was inevitable. Kelvin’s father had written it into the bylaws himself. No confirmed heir, no uncontested claim to the company. Dante had always planned to use that. Kelvin’s jaw tightened. “He is arguing that my claim is unstable.” “Because of the baby,” Ruby said quietly.

Louis said " who is he? just a delivery guy and a loser " John looked at her angrily and said " idiot how many times I have told you not to just a book by its cover? do you know who owns Springfield corp our company's parental company? it's the smiths family and the guy you just insulted is Patrick smith the one and only heir of the smiths family and business empire " when Louis heard this she was completely taken aback. a chill ran down her spine and sweat start to form on her forehead. John warned her not to cross the line in front of Patrick and try to get into his good books.

I say slowly, suddenly aware I’m wearing oversized sweatpants and a sweater that looks like I stole it from a dumpster. I feel like nothing standing before him, Infact his presence made me feel as if I do not have the right to stand before him. “I am here on behalf of Mr. Charles Blackwood. May I come in?” Blackwood? I blink, step aside, and let him in. Lisa rushes upstairs to get Dad. The Blackwood family is one of the biggest names in New Marlia. They are rich, powerful and strong. DAD had been working for them even before I was born.

Then I looked at the screen showing three generations of Blackwood secrets. "Answer it," I said. "If we're going to be a family, we should know what family means." Adrian clicked accept. The screen filled with the image of a woman in her sixties. Gray hair. Kind eyes. Professional bearing. "Hello, Adrian," she said. "My name is Director Sarah Blackwood. I'm your father's sister. And I think it's time you learned what you've inherited." Behind her, I could see an operations center. Multiple screens. Personnel moving with purpose. The infrastructure of something vast and hidden.

The founder of Blackwood Corporation. The head of the family who had controlled the business dynasty for decades. The entire family was present. Gregory Blackwood. Edward Blackwood. Wynne Blackwood. Jasper Blackwood with his wife Amira and their daughter Lily. And of course—Lucian. Damian also stood not far from his father, Edward. When Arthur finally stood up to speak, the entire room fell silent. "It is time for the next generation to take over." The sentence was simple. But everyone in the family knew its true meaning.

“These families have been hiding their involvement for generations. They’ve been controlling the town from the shadows, using their influence to maintain power.” I felt a chill run down my spine. “So they’re part of this, too. But why?” Marcus, reading over Jacob’s shoulder, pointed to a specific name. “This one stands out—Blackwood. Gabriel’s family.” The realization hit us like a thunderclap. Gabriel wasn’t just a power-hungry CEO; he was part of a legacy of control and manipulation. His plans weren’t just about exploiting the werewolves; they were about consolidating the power his family had wielded for centuries.