Sirius Black Novels & Stories

he suggested, his hand wrapping possessively around Evelyn’s shoulder. Evelyn turned to him, a confused expression on her face. “What contract?” She asked. Before Alex could respond, Mrs. Triumph’s voice cut in. “Well…. My company, Blackstone Group, is launching a new fintech venture and wants Blackwood Empire as our lead partner. However, Mr. Blackwood is recommending your company instead.” Evelyn’s eyes widened in shock. “What?” She looked stunned. She wondered why would Alex make such a bold suggestion?

Sophia was taken aback by my comment but she immediately snapped back into her professional role, clicking a button that brought a complex, multicolored flow chart onto the large screen above her head. “The core target is Blackwood Corporate Holdings, which is primarily controlled by Gordon Blackwood. And according to my reports, the criminal activity centers around large-scale infrastructure projects, they’re too numerous to mention but every big contract that has happened in the city, the Blackwood empire has been involved in it, legally or not,” Sophia explained, using a laser pointer to trace a series of numbered boxes leading to offshore entities.

“Do we know who?” “Not yet,” Sarah replied, handing me a folder. “I included updated financial reports, market projections, and the revised acquisition proposal from legal.” I skimmed through the documents quickly. Horizon Media Group owned several major entertainment and digital advertising companies across California. Blackwood Enterprises had been planning to expand into media and streaming for months, and Horizon was the perfect opportunity. “Tell the driver to be ready in thirty minutes,” I said calmly. “And make sure Carter meets us there with the finalized contracts.”

“Mr. Blackwood, they’re ready for your toast.” Izzy blinked rapidly. Blackwood? Her stomach sank. She’d just called out Alexander Blackwood. CEO of Blackwood Enterprises. Billionaire. Reclusive tech god. One of the wealthiest, most untouchable men in the country. He didn’t look angry. He looked amused. “For the record,” he said, stepping closer, “it’s Alex.” Then he turned and walked away without another word. Izzy just stood there, heart pounding. Well, she thought. If I’m getting blacklisted, at least I looked good doing it.

Multitasking was practically my middle name these days. "Serena, I just got some… interesting news." Her voice held a strange tension, something that made my pen freeze mid-stroke. "What kind of news?" A tiny knot of unease began to form in my stomach. "You know how Mr. Alvin mentioned multiple sponsors for the event?" Sally paused, a heavy beat of hesitation. "Well, I just found out who one of the major sponsors is." My stomach clenched. "Don't tell me—" "Blackwood Industries," she confirmed, her voice barely a whisper, as if speaking the name too loudly would conjure him. "Ryan Blackwood will be personally involved in the planning meetings."

of Earth was a viral infection of order—a stain on the natural chaos of the void that had to be excised. "The Choir is beautiful today, Sarah," Jojo said, his form flickering like a candle in a steady wind. Jojo, the grandson of the legendary Kofi Mensah, was no longer just a Guardian; he was a Node-Master. His consciousness was spread across the entire West African grid, feeling every surge of joy and every dip in the collective resonance. "But there is a 'Black Note' at the edge of our solar system. It’s not a signal, and it’s not a ship. It’s a Vacuum."

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?

Him on magazine covers, looking like he'd been carved from marble by someone who hated warmth. **Black Enterprises**, I read, **the multinational corporation founded by Alexander Black Sr. in 1985, has grown under the younger Black's leadership into a $47 billion empire spanning technology, real estate, and venture capital.** Forty-seven billion dollars. I did the math in my head, comparing it to my own bank account—which currently held exactly $243 until my next paycheck. The difference wasn't just vast. It was cosmic. It was the distance between a grain of sand and the entire galaxy.

Christopher asked, stepping over to join us, squinting at the tiny script. "It's a coordinate marker," I murmured, reading the faded letters aloud: ‘The Sunken Scriptorium of the First Kings. Sealed during the Great Purge. If the northern heir awakens, the remnants of the western syndicate will seek the subterranean vault to recover the primeval resonance stones.’ Marcus let out a low whistle, crossing his massive arms over his chest. "Primeval resonance stones? What in the blazes are those? Sound like magical explosives waiting to go wrong."

Lawyer: “Ms. Blackwood, the sale was clean.” Sophia hung up. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked tired. --- *Friday | 8:00 am | Morning Briefing* Ryan: “Laurent launch is live. Early numbers are strong.” Elena: “Good.” Ryan: “Blackwood has canceled two events this week. Citing ‘restructuring.’” Elena: “Noted.” Ryan closed the folder. Elena: “Dismissed.” He turned to go. Elena: “Ryan.”