Sirius Black House Novels & Stories

“Hey, don’t do this again; your Mom will be mad if you made her worry.” “Haha! I am the sneakiest kid in the sewers; no one can beat me in doing this kind of thing.” “Go now, before she finds out.” Jin chuckles. “Okay, see you later Jin!” “Later, Gasly!” [Gasly started to run towards their window and climbed up to it, as sneaky as he can. Jin headed towards his room, close to the corner of the Sewers. He opened his room, and as the lamp was lit, the portrait of him and his deceased Mother shone above his wooden cabinet, cobwebs on every corner of his room, rusty sword on his wall, ocarina, left over bread, a small notebook, quill, full-bottled ink and a small blade. He walked through the roo

He certainly knew how much she disliked Dana on their first meet. Eira groaned in frustration. “Do I look like a tutor to him? I’d rather be left alone.” ____________ The Black Hall was a dodgy place fit for creatures of the night. It had been more than just a hall once, Nate could tell from the ruins at the front that greeted anyone who visited it. A castle, perhaps, that once belonged to a high lord. Alex claimed it to have belonged to him, but Nate didn’t believe that man. All that remained of it was a hall now with black walls and cracked marble floor beneath a dome-shaped ceiling made of painted glass that let water droplets in every time the clouds wept.

Isiewu asked. “Eye of the gods,” Uchendu said, almost in a rush. “Echi is dying.” Isiewu pushed a black pot that was beside him as the news hit home. The liquid that the black pot contained spilled on the floor, noiselessly. The liquid was clear with meanings drawn on every part of it, and Isiewu could see the symbols it contained. The answers of Echi’s present state. “It can’t be possible.” Isiewu voice rose.

he said, stretching his hand out. I took it without any more thoughts, whispering a 'yes' as he pulled me in. In a few seconds, we were standing right in front of a Villa. "You live here?" I asked. "I do.' he said, leading me towards the entrance. Once we'd gotten there, he opened the door, and led me into the luxurious living room. It was huge, typical-bad-boy-Ares choice of decorating. The sofa were black leather. And a little mix of white, surprisingly.

I stared at Adrian, still trying to figure him out. My brain refused to process anything. My room… but not my house. My bed… but not my street. My posters… but definitely not my peeling ceiling. It felt like stepping into a parallel universe sponsored by a billionaire with too much money and absolutely zero boundaries. I slowly turned back to Adrian. He looked annoyingly calm, like people reconstructed entire bedrooms from memory every day. “Mr Blackwell, we are not close enough for me to invite you into my room, right? So how do you know what my room looks like?”

Three days before Sheldon was supposed to leave the country, he mortgaged our house. He even helped us pack, moving me and the boys into a tiny one-room basement unit on the third floor down. It was barely 300 square feet and was damp, musty, and dark. Sheldon stood in the middle of that little room, talking to our sons as if he was giving some grand speech.

Their weapons were trained on us, their faces cold and unyielding. Sirius stood under the harsh light, his gaze drifting upward to the night sky. For a long, unnerving moment, he seemed lost in thought, his expression unreadable. Then, his eyes snapped back to me, and a wide, charismatic grin spread across his face. "It's been a while since I was here!" he exclaimed, his voice booming through the ruined room. "Feels too good to be home!"

And after seven years, Seraphina still had no proof. Only suspicion. Only anger. Only a promise she refused to break. Outside, lightning flashed across the sky. For a moment the city turned white. Then darkness returned. And somewhere beyond the storm, Damian Blackwood was completely unaware that his worst nightmare had just been hired. Monday arrived too quickly. Blackwood Tower was even more intimidating in person. The skyscraper pierced the clouds like a blade. Employees flooded through the revolving doors. Expensive suits. Luxury watches. Perfect smiles. Power.

Two voices, maybe three, one of them Damien’s. I looked at my phone. Two fourteen in the morning. I lay still and listened for a moment but the voices had already faded, moved to another part of the house or ended entirely, and the mansion settled back into its nighttime quiet around me. I stared at the ceiling in the dark and thought about the fact that I had been Mrs. Blackwood for less than forty eight hours and I already knew that this house kept things from people. I just didn’t know yet whether I was one of the things it was keeping.

The scanner beside the door flashed green, and the heavy barrier slid open with a soft hiss. "Blackthorne blood magic," Fin whispered with something like awe. "They built this place to hold your brother, but they couldn't completely override your family's innate connection to him." Beyond the door lay a large chamber that looked like a combination of living quarters and laboratory. Scientific equipment lined one wall, while the other held a bed, a desk, and a bookshelf filled with ancient-looking tomes. In the centre of the room stood a circular platform inscribed with symbols that made my skin crawl just looking at them.