Sirius Black Novels & Stories

The moon hung low between the trees, enormous and black at its core, rimmed with a ring of dull silver fire. Zevran was already awake, standing at the edge of the clearing. The light carved him into shadow and steel. He didn’t turn when he spoke. “It wasn’t supposed to rise yet.” Kaelira swallowed. “The Black Moon.” He nodded once. “Every hundred years. It draws power from those tied to the old seals.” His gaze cut toward her. “From you.” Her mark burned hot. “You’re saying this thing woke up early because of me?” “Because of the bond,” he corrected. “Our magic combined woke the lunar current. It’s feeding on us.”

His voice echoed through the microphone, full of enthusiasm. “Distinguished guests! Tonight is a special moment because our annual event’s main sponsor has arrived! Please give a big round of applause for the legendary billionaire, owner of Walkez Group, Lazarus Walkez V!” The room erupted immediately. Thunderous applause roared from every corner, accompanied by enthusiastic cheers. I saw the faces of the men around us—young and old—all of them beaming. Some stood up to get a clearer view, some whispered in admiration. I knew exactly why. Lazarus wasn’t just rich; he was the symbol of the success they dreamed of. A self-made billionaire who built an empire from nothing, cold, charismatic, an

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

My hand trembled as I picked it up. The front was blank except for two letters in bold black ink: HE I flipped it over. We know what you're protecting. We know where he is. Humans will dominate this world again—and wolves like you won't stop us. If you want to talk, call the number below. If you don't... well. Accidents happen to children all the time. A phone number was printed at the bottom. My blood turned to ice. Sirius. They knew about Sirius. They'd been in here. In our cottage. While we were—

'' I heard Tylor curse under his breath. ''So how many organic molecules would an engineer need to propel the saturated hydrocarbons travelling with a frequency of 300GHz through gamma and infrared rays?'' ''Huh? Was that Hebrew or Greek?....'' Tylor blurted. Snickers shot through the room but I didn't find that funny. ''That's the language of science, Mr. Byers. It seems you have no idea what's going on here, do you?'' ''No, no. I actually do. I just...urrr-urmm........'' He looked around nervously.

“And I want to do it before Sophia figures out the connection.” “Yes, Ma’am.” --- *9:40pm | Blackwood Group, 40th Floor* Sophia saw the news. _Carter Saves 212 Jobs..._ She threw her pen. Her lawyer called. “SEC closed it. No action.” Sophia hung up. She opened Blackwood’s books. Scrolled to liabilities. There. _Whitaker Holdings – $40M. Due in 60 days._ She frowned. “Whitaker?” She’d never heard that name from her father.

I took a deep breath, pulled out a plain, logo-free, solid black titanium card, and tossed it onto the sensor in front of him. After a crisp "beep." "Unlimited global black card. Is that a high enough tier for you? Reopen the bidding. Now." A collective gasp went through the surrounding guests, followed by a ripple of whispers. Brian's smile vanished, his eyes turning vicious. "The Sinclair Group is the sponsor behind this gala. Anyone who dares to accept his card, I'll make sure they disappear from Veridian City by tomorrow!" The auctioneer's face turned deathly pale, and he took a shaky step back.

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 know about Tiger's recent mission.” “The Black Tiger?” she raises an eyebrow. “I received a call yesterday evening from a woman named Lisa Gómez, the wife of Liam Davis, the CEO of KG Bank, as in the third-largest financial institution in the country,” starts the mission programmer. “Her husband abuses her at home, and she's pregnant.” My heart aches just by the thought of how frightened the woman must have been when Liam hurt her. She must have had a hard time to protect herself and the baby.

Blake said, "That's pretty much it. Anything else you want to know?" Flynn stared at him, his expression stiff. "The CEO of Spectrum Group is Gideon Blackwood." "It sounds like you already knew that. How? Have you met him?" Blake asked. He was dying of curiosity. Spectrum Group was a massive global empire, and it was way out of their league as a small gaming company. Just getting a glimpse of Gideon in person would be an absolute honor.