Sirius Black Mother Novels & Stories

I asked a bit more politely this time and they both smiled. “We were summoned by your mother, Eloise Blackwood,” she said and I gasped. “That’s impossible, where is she?” I asked, frantically searching around the room with my eyes like I didn’t already see her die before me. “We can only be summoned by the Coven Queen and we can only appear when she is dead,” the black-haired one said and I just stared at her, trying to process what she meant. “Your mother summoned us so we can perform a ritual and pass down her strength, memories, and powers to you as her next in line,” she said and all the pieces were finally coming together.

"Step away from him, old woman." Mother turned to face her, completely ignoring the weapon. "Old woman? Child, I am Catherine Blackwood, daughter of Odin Blackwood, the blood of the moon goddess runs through my veins. You are nothing." The red-haired girl fired, but Mother was already moving. She rolled to the side, the bullet sparking off the stone wall where she had been standing. In one fluid motion, she came up with Dean's dropped knife in her hand. "Impossible," Dean gasped, still struggling to breathe.

Man, it's like clockwork – Mom's on her game already, and the day has barely started. Now, don't get me wrong, my mother, Victoria Blackwood, is an impressive force. A woman of refined elegance and strict principles, she runs our family like a well-oiled machine. As the matriarch of the Blackwood dynasty, she takes her role seriously, making sure I live up to the family's prestigious name. But sometimes, her unwavering pursuit of perfection makes me feel like I'm walking on eggshells around her.

[Captain Rian looked back and saw her husband and daughter. “Genesis.. Aster.. What are you doing here?” Captain Rian replied. Aster went towards the troops and looked at the open field, she saw that the troops are doing their best to escort the wagon into safety. She looked at her mother as her hands begin to produce blue aura. At that time, Captain Rian just nodded to Aster. “Fifty meters until the rendezvous!” updated by Captain Rian. [Aster pointed her left hand towards the enemies.] “Engage!” Aster’s chant made a bow appear from thin air.

"Welcome, child. I am Arianna Blackwood, Ryder's mother, and the matriarch of this family." Arianna Blackwood stood before Emilia, exuding a quiet strength that belied her age. Her silver hair cascaded gracefully around her shoulders, framing a face weathered by wisdom and experience. Her eyes, a striking shade of steel-blue, held a depth that seemed to unravel the secrets of time itself.

She says, taking a chair and sitting in front of me, “it shocked me when she refused to call you to come home. She was always a suspicious old bat with me.” I look at her, surprised. “Mum said nothing.” “Of course, she wouldn’t. She’s Esther fucking Blackwood, mother of the goddamn year. The moment I showed up, she was suspicious. Fucking cunt.” She leans back in her seat. “Once the jig was up, I cut to the chase and told her we needed you to get the money. Still, the tough bitch wouldn’t call you.” She stands and circles me. She whispers in my ear, “And fucking tough she was.” I flinch away from her.

“You die” Oh. “Well that's one way to put it but I won't die. I have never failed. I won't fail now” I muttered back to her while trying to listen in on the conversation coming from the next room where the woman was. “Her name is medic Seraphina. She's Nyx's mother and a renowned medic around here. You're a Luna or someone of high status, I can tell that much but it'd be a shame if you never heard of Blackheart”

For my mother ended the sentence before the machines crawled up: “Adrian is not Victor Blackwood’s grandson.”

AIDEN The air in the Blackwood Holdings boardroom, usually crisp with the scent of lemon polish and old money, hung thick with unspoken verdicts. I stood at the end of the table, silently pleading for my mother—Evelyn Blackwood, the CEO—to say something. Anything that would stop this madness, that would erase this insane timeline before it became real. But no one spoke. She didn’t even react. She simply stared at everyone around the table, calm and composed, as if there wasn’t a quiet coup unfolding right in front of her—one designed to strip me of my inheritance.

"She is stripped of her rank, stripped of her bloodline, and dragged out of Silveroak Keep like garbage," Director Everett Shaw announces, his harsh, booming voice echoing across the courtyard of the Black Sun Council. My knuckles turn bone-white as I press them against the cold stone railings of the observation deck. I am not looking at the guards moving in. I am looking straight into the smug, self-righteous eyes of my adoptive mother, Celeste Ashford, who stands beside her biological daughter, Piper Ashford.