Sirius Black House Novels & Stories

" Alexander was gazing out the window. Almost immediately... The distant sound of engines could be heard in the quiet neighborhood. One. Two. Three. Multiple black SUVs were driving towards Whitmore Villa. Ethan looked outside. "They're here." Richard stood abruptly. "No..." Aurora's pulse skyrocketed. Alexander was very still. "Ethan." "Yes, sir." "Execute Protocol Black." Dozen of black-clad security officers rushed the premises within seconds. The mansion was ringed by luxurious SUVs on all sides. The gates automatically locked. It was something that Aurora had never seen. Alexander looked at her.

A necessity, A shield, A tool, whatever he thinks this is. Whatever word Damian Blackwood would use, she doubted it was flattering. The car turned into a private road lined with tall iron gates. The security cameras followed them like eyes. Armed guards stood at the entrance. A swipe of the driver’s ID and the massive gate opened. Arielle’s heart thudded. This wasn’t a penthouse. This was, “Oh my God…” she whispered under her breath. The Blackwood mansion came into view like something carved from a billionaire’s fever dream. A modern fortress of black glass and stone, several stories high, lit by cold white lights that made the house glow against the night sky. The driveway alone was larger

“You think this is over? You’ve only broken the lock. The thing beneath the Black Moon stirs, child. And it remembers your name.” Kaelira’s blood ran cold. “No,” she whispered. “The Echo was the last of it. I destroyed it.” “You destroyed its shell,” Varyn said. “But its heart — the true Black Moon — was never in this world to begin with. It’s waiting. And it’s calling you home.” Zevran stepped forward. “Then we’ll burn your god a second time.” Varyn’s expression softened, almost pitying. “You can’t fight the storm, boy. You can only drown in it.”

Chapter 125 – Lucifer’s Son ~ARIA~ ROME — BLACK HOUSE — MAINFRAME VAULT // 2:11 A.M. The vault door pulsed. Not open. Not locked. Listening. Deep beneath the earth, where the old Umbra codes had been scrubbed and the Black Sun servers turned to molten slag, the final nerve of the Black House sat sealed in concrete and myth. And Emilio stood in front of it. Alone. He held nothing but a thumb drive. One inch of steel. One breath of hell.

His parents, John and Sarah, had always been a bit concerned about his voracious sexual appetite, but they chalked it up to typical teenage hormones. Little did they know that Harry's insatiable hunger was about to be fed by the most unexpected source – their best friend and neighbor, Sirius Blackwood. Sirius was a handsome man in his early forties, with a chiseled jaw and a wicked gleam in his eye. He was married to James Blackwood, a successful businessman who was often away on long business trips.

The moon hung low over the city skyline like a watchful sentinel, casting long silver streaks across rooftops and empty streets. In the stillness of the hour, two unmarked black SUVs rolled through the industrial district, silent as shadows. Inside, Damon and Juliette sat in focused silence, their eyes fixed on the facility ahead – a seemingly abandoned data storage warehouse that was, in reality, one of Alexander Blackwell's most protected assets. "We're sure the servers are here?" Damon asked, his voice low.

This mansion was quite far from the gate, it was like another track before we could get to the house. The whole surrounding was covered with beautiful and trimmed grasses. As I walked into the study room of Mr. Black, I saw him seated, facing the window and his back facing me. “What do we have here?” he asked, “Mrs. Isabelle Black, what are you doing in my mansion? I thought we had no other business?” Yes, I thought we didn’t as well but I have no other choice. “I need your help.” I plead and his chair was rolled around by him, facing me this time.

He knew I wasn’t going to defy him. I walked behind him quietly, my eyes trying to absorb as much of my surroundings as possible. I had imagined the house to be dark and mysterious, semi-lit, with antique furniture and creepy halls. As we descended a large double staircase, and then another and another before going outside, I was pleasantly surprised with how beautiful the house is. The décor was simple but elegant, gold-handled doors and marble floors. Mathieu Blackwood wasn’t just a werewolf; he was a wealthy man. Why would he not be living comfortably?

Rebecca couldn't help but cry out. Olivia was sobbing in the first place. When she heard what Lucas said, she was so scared that she forgot to breathe. Black House was a basement in the Thomas villa. This room was made with the highest level of soundproofing. There were only walls and floors in the entire room. There wasn't even a cushion in the room, not to mention a bed. There was not even a light in the entire room, only a fist—sized hole in the roof for ventilation.

His fingers were cold, but they held on tight. --- The inside of the house was even more overwhelming than the outside. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, paintings that looked like they belonged in museums. Every surface gleamed, every corner was perfect, every detail had been curated by someone who believed that beauty was a weapon. A butler met them at the door—because of course there was a butler—and led them through a maze of hallways to a room at the back of the house. A study, Ella realized as they entered. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with leather-bound volumes that had probably never been read. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting warm light across the Persian rug. And beh