Sirius Black House 소설 & 이야기

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

After a moment's contemplation, Sirius removed a black bottle from his pocket. Wayne's expression shifted dramatically. "Mr. Sirius, what are you doing with the family heirloom?" The Monroe family's heirloom wasn't a typical pendant, ring, or token, but this black bottle. Sirius bit his lip. "Go and make the arrangements. I want to host Mr. York tonight." Wayne hesitated, but the acting family head's orders were absolute. He left to invite Frederick. … That night, Sirius held a glass of red wine in the banquet hall of the Imperial Suite.

Morning rent brutally. Pewter gray engulfed Blackwood house in a stifling pall that would not breathe, as if it knew what was to be rent asunder. Sam Blackwood sat at the head of his own boardroom in the east wing, black coffee to one side, iced. The accountants and advisors arrived separately, each carrying a laptop, a tablet, and stacks of paper, They arrived silently, their din subdued, wincing. "Sir… there has been a complication."

The words settled into the room like smoke. The same night Isabella disappeared. Aria stared at Ethan, trying to process the timeline twisting together around her. The fire. The disappearance. The hidden document. None of it felt accidental anymore. “What exactly was Blackwater House?” she asked quietly. Ethan’s expression remained tense. “Victor’s private estate outside the city. Very isolated. He used it for family retreats years ago.” Celeste gave a faint, humorless smile.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

He had even dared to warn him. “Treat your Luna properly.” Darius let out a low growl. “Stay out of my household affairs,” he muttered again—this time to himself. The car finally entered the grounds of Blackthorn Mansion. The grand building stood like a modern palace—cold, vast, filled with the luxury that had long symbolized his power. Yet tonight, the house felt eerily silent and oppressive. As soon as the car stopped, Darius stepped out without waiting. Laura rushed after him and grabbed his arm.

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

They calmed Black, bringing serenity and detachment from the whole world around him into his soul. A sofa with soft cushions stood almost in the very middle of the living room, on both sides of it - the same chairs. Behind the sofa, a meter and a half away, was a wall-mounted closet containing a huge plasma TV that Black never turned on. He did not understand at all why he had a TV in the house. But ... since he is, then ... let him stand for himself. Next to the TV is a music center into which a flash drive was inserted.

"I'm not telling you a bloody thing, Blackstone. You're wasting your time." He's right. I do not have time for this. The operation at Romanov's mansion goes down in a few hours. The urge to yank at my hair is overwhelming. Where the fuck is my Blue eyes? I feel a maddening rage coming on and shut my eyes briefly. Back to your cages, demons. "Alright then. I'll leave my men to it. But be warned, they won't go easy on you. They might end up cutting off your dick and slimy balls, then stuff them into your mouth when your screams become too loud. I'm sure you would like that."

Just like a Presidential Convoy on earth but on a smaller scale. Black House has a similar look to a White House, but with a fantasy twist to it, it was a modern Castle. Instead of a light pole, we got a hovering Magic lamp all over the place, though it's not as high and large as Royal Palace, it was as Grand and Magnificent than any royal palace in Fantasma.