Sirius Black Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

that made me unsure of him. He shrugged. “It was said to be a plan of Red Moon and Black Hills but Chris didn’t seem like he had in mind to kill you now.” Red Moon was indeed Black Hills puppet, or were they the ones puppeteering Black Hills? It was flattering that they both thought of me. But why would Chris want to kill me when he’s claiming I belonged to him? “It didn’t add up.” I said. Alpha Jaden nodded. “Lots of thing that spy said didn’t add up, like Red Moon getting a Lycan King? That’s huge.”

I'm not surprised. Killian Black isn't like every other wealthy bachelor in the city. I might dislike the man for no reason in particular, except he's a genuine asshole and a dick bag, but he's fine to the eyes. Killian Black is hot, sexy. He's that type of man you just can't get enough of by just staring at him. He's good looking, too attractive and that just seems to annoy me. He's an arrogant son of a bitch. I first encountered him the day he threatened to fire Keiran for nearly spilling a bottle of Scotch on him, and then he fired Kelly, Keiran's twin older brother, because he did a poor job of serving him his drink. I have never seen a conceited asshole like Killian Black before.

"To safeguard our species is what you and I both desire. The regulations of the Moon Goddess are harsh and antiquated. If we band together, we can overcome this. Darius clenched his hands and shook his head. "Veyron, I don't trust you. Your techniques—your fixation on black magic—are risky. Veyron let out a sigh, his face taking on a more icy look. "I'm giving you an option: support me or let the tide turn and you'll be crushed." Once again, the scene changed to a moonlight clearing. I was standing across from Darius, my former self. "You deceived me," I said, my voice shaking.

I have to help him. "Okay. What's the plan?" ------- Author's note: Hi! Welcome to The Blacklisted Rogue. Please check out my F.a.c.e.b.o.o.k group 'Annavictorialinns Weirdo Universe' for more fun stuff!

-Please, sir, I didn't know they would be there, the stranger pleads. Just as I expect Damon to say something, he shoots the man in the leg. A sound that seems to come from hell escapes his mouth in the form of a laugh. The stranger's groans barely audible, drowned out by Damon's hysterical laughter. I want to intervene, but I feel incapable of making a move. All the rumors were true; Damon Black is a monster, and I need to get away from him. -Miss, what are you doing here?

Loki questioned. "Not really but partially, yes. Cassius's suffering from a slight mental condition called bereavement hallucinations. He was very in love with Sabrina and so he hasn't accepted the fact that she's really dead. Due to some similarities or a mix up or something, his brain seems to be thinking that I'm her, so he thinks he loves me when he actually doesn't. He needs help quickly or it might deteriorate to full out depression, IED or a bad mental illness" Arianna explained and Loki nodded.

The truth was, rationally, I knew it wasn't their fault, but I couldn't escape the resentment that lingered, the abandonment-maybe if one of them had stayed, it wouldn't have happened. My friends didn't make it easy on him...other than Piper, who wanted us all to go out to dinner the next night. I wasn't all that keen on the possibility, but Dax accepted the invitation. Charlie kept him on the phone for twenty minutes before finally conceding and asking him to give me a hug for her. Rachel gave him a ration of shit about controlling the people I saw, but even she conceded when Dax told her my psychiatrist was making a house call. He hadn't said it, but I didn't think Rachel was his favorite

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Soon, a servant came in to inform us that a Lycan had gone amok outside in his beast form and was clawing the gate outside. I was stunned—beastfolks only ever reverted completely to their beast form due to emotional trauma. That meant that Sirius somehow wasn't traumatized by Lola's true nature, but by the fact that I was getting marked with someone else. In the past, I might have been convinced that he cared. Now? I just thought he was being pathetic—what was the point of desiring something that he didn't have, when he didn't care to cherish it when he had it? Hence, as everyone cheered, Ebony and I exchanged our rings and kissed.