Sirius Black House Novels & Stories

“Have you ever left someone behind on a job?” His grin faded a hair. “Not when it mattered,” he said. Fair enough. The city lights slid by as we headed downtown, toward the meatpacking district and the kind of club that catered to men who thought the world owed them a stage. Black House. Lucien Black’s fortress. Niko’s chosen battleground. My next door to open. As we turned the final corner and the matte black facade of the building came into view—no sign, just a serpent‑like neon trace above an unmarked door—my phone buzzed again.

"Do you truly imagine I’m finished, Tristan? Look at the wreckage. This fire is just beginning to breathe." I sat in the dim light of the Moonshade Atelier, watching the live feeds of the Blackmoor Pack House being breached. The red digital border on my terminal pulsed like a rhythmic, hungry wound. Tristan Blackmoor and Seraphina Duskryn were finally losing their grip, their frantic, desperate voices screeching through the audio intercepts as the Nightfall Territory enforcers closed in.

“Yes. I need to remove the largest problem from that company. Birch has to go. I have people in place waiting for my signal, stickler. I’m not going in blind. You know that.” We reach the office. The building is made of black glass and is at least twenty stories tall. Above the main glass entrance, in a big, bold, silver, masculine font, it says ‘BLACK ENTERPRISES’. I take a deep breath and smile at Isaiah. “Project: Hostile Takeover – is about to begin,” I said with a smile. “Don’t do anything that will give me a heart attack, trouble.” I laughed. “I can’t help it if you get scared easily, stickler.”

She felt so numb she couldn't be able to move from the bed. ***** “Bastard tells me where are your dogs” Mr. Albert Smith yelled at Mr. Black. He waited for him to come back from Paris, so he could discuss it in person. “What are you talking about,” Mr. Black asked, arching his brow, and locking the door of his office. “Eighty million! It's fucking eighty million” Mr. Smith screamed clenching his hair. “Are you mad? “ Mr. Black responded with a chuckle.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

Black The Origin Chapter 2: vision His father has dark green eyes, illuminated to his vision. His slowly falling into the pit of it… The blue Moon was high up in the sky, can be seen at the window near a young boy's room. The moonlight peering to his opened balcony. He was wide awake staring at his dark ceiling where he can barely see the panting of angels with white wings. It was a spectacular painting, full of magic. Angels or so they called the goddess was looking way high in light under the clouds.

As she turns to the other side still observing it she notices a writing on it. 'Look through the windows, I'm always here'. Grace looks around shocked, She however walks to her window, She is shocked to see a black car on her posh while Mr Black walks towards her apartment. Grace drops the letter, immediately running out of her room towards the door in time for her to hear the door bell ringing.

He’s not judgmental, which is very high quality in my opinion. The terrace door is open, I step outside and spot someone sitting on a small table. I recognize the Black Tiger in his all-leather outfit. He’s peacefully smoking his cigarette while his eyes are resting on the moonlight and his mind travelling elsewhere. I hesitate to move closer at first, but I don’t have any reason to fear him. It’s not like the building belongs to him.

And her face expresses exactly what I’m thinking. Sirius only needs one hour to raise hell. To plan. To act. What is he going to do with the other twenty-nine?

PIGGY BACK RIDES Sirius directly went to Hailey's house. He had somehow successfully put June to sleep with his calming pheromones. The crisp air did nothing to calm his boiling angry as he knocked harshly on the door.The moment Hailey opened the door, Sirius gripped her by the neck and choked her. "You have a father who is a Male Omega, Feng," Sirius snarled, "Knowing what he went through, how can you do that to June!"