Sirius Black House Novels & Stories

I took the drink, let out a dramatic sigh, and stared at the bubbles like they had answers. If it weren't for him, I'd probably be lounging on my apartment couch, single, rich, and sipping overpriced cocktails—blissfully unaware of any werewolf drama. But here I was, heading into a house full of power plays and polite threats. I took a long sip, already bracing myself. So this is love, huh? -- Half an hour later, we pulled up to the Black family's place. The house itself was mostly white, sleek and modern, but softened by sculptures, ivy-covered archways, and a garden that looked like it had been designed by someone who'd grown up reading fairy tales. It gave off serious Alice in Wonderland

The High Solarium had once been the pride of the Blackwood Keep, a glass-domed chamber that offered a panoramic view of the Silver Peaks. Now, the glass was cracked, the stars above obscured by a permanent, violet haze. A single long table of dark mahogany sat in the center of the room, lit by a dozen tall, black candles that flickered in the draft.

As if saying it aloud would make it real, make this arrangement into something more than a business transaction. James cleared his throat. "Mr. Black is in his private office, ma'am. But he asked not to be disturb." I was already moving. "Thank you, James." My heels clicked faster as I navigated the maze of hallways. The Black estate was obscenely large, all dark wood and crystal chandeliers, the kind of wealth that whispered instead of shouted. I'd been here for a few months and still got lost. Caleb had given me a wing of my own—as far from his bedroom as architecturally possible.

SEREIA The black Maybach pulled to a stop in front of a building that didn’t need to announce its status. It was a concrete fortress on fifth Avenue, with gold rimmed windows and door men who looked like they only touched expensive coats. "We’re here," Valerian said in his smooth, curt voice and I looked out the window once more to read the sign. “Maison de Noir? Are you sure this is the place Sir?” I questioned looking at the sign of one of the most luxurious high end fashion houses in New York.

Arya’s Story — ‘The Glass House’ “When I was seventeen, there was an old house in our neighborhood — people called it the Glass House. Maybe because its windows, walls, even the veranda were made of glass. But the strange thing was — no one was ever seen there. And yet, every night… a light would turn on inside.” Everyone listening was now completely silent. Every word, every sentence was deepening the fear. “One day my friend Siya said — ‘Come on, Arya, let’s go inside today. Just take a look. Let’s see if it’s a real ghost or just a rumor.’ I refused, but Siya was stubborn. And that night… the two of us went inside the Glass House.” Arya’s voice trembled, but she continued. “The moment we

Even when she returned to the mansion, Ashley was still covered with the same thoughts. She tried to get rid of her friend's whispers in class earlier. But she can't. How come? Sirius Brown is a very handsome young man, a body that men covet and women to enjoy, extraordinarily rich, has great power, in fact he is one of the people behind the scenes in this country. Of course he must have met a lot of women. Whatever the type is, Sirius has met all of them. Ashley also knew about Sirius' work. Not a few of his men were women. In addition, there are more than three big nightclubs owned by his stepbrother. Of course Sirius's association was far above Ashley's.

I want to hug her but before I can do that, she already turned her back against me and strongly jumped to advance into the air. “Thank you, Deb. I will devote my life earning for your forgiveness,” I muttered before spreading my black wings into the fullest. I mightily flapped it and flew as fast as I can to attack those elongated black aura of hands coming from the tower called Pandemonium that keep on abducting mages from their respective houses. These black hands are dragging people towards the tower. What these nine higher-ranking demons planning to do?

On top of the dragon's imposing head, a man was wearing a black cloak and a hood that looked more imposing than the kings of the magical world. "Ariet, are you satisfied now?" the deep voice from the blond man asked, the sharp eyes stare the hood man. The hood covered almost all faces, just could be seen the beautiful fox eyes with his gorgeous deep blue iris. The hooded man didn't say anything, just threw an item at the blond man, soon after he left with his dragon. The blond man had an incomparably unhappy look on his face; He grabbed the eternal life chalice or Saint Grail. The chalice was very simple, nothing too refined. Actually, that chalice was the simpler item that this blond man ha

THE PACK HOUSE of the pack of Blackspire, North London was a very impressive structure that reflected on just how successful and large the pack was. It was a massive, 3-storey duplex that glimmered in the late afternoon sun. Guards were stationed at the front doors. Sylvester cursed under his breath as he climbed the stairs that led up to the pack house. “The alpha has been expecting you, Beta,” one of the doormen said, pushing the heavy double doors open to allow Sylvester in.

Charles had his responsibilities, and I had mine. The driver smiled at me through the rearview mirror and pulled away from the house, headed towards the Le Noire in Mooncrest, a high-quality restaurant known for its elegant ambiance and exquisite cuisine. It was a rival of the Apex and another tourist hotspot. I opened my phone to go over all the notes Amira had put together for me about Gabriel Black. There wasn't much about him personally, but Silver Eclipse had a big reputation. It had doubled its land stake over the past two years by buying up a lot of the surrounding area and expanding down the border and across the shoreline. There was speculation that Gabriel would be eligible for a s