Sirius Black Oc Novels & Stories

His parents, John and Sarah, had always been a bit concerned about his voracious sexual appetite, but they chalked it up to typical teenage hormones. Little did they know that Harry's insatiable hunger was about to be fed by the most unexpected source – their best friend and neighbor, Sirius Blackwood. Sirius was a handsome man in his early forties, with a chiseled jaw and a wicked gleam in his eye. He was married to James Blackwood, a successful businessman who was often away on long business trips.

"The 'Remorse' frequency is becoming too thin. You are starting to 'Accept' your situation, and acceptance is a low-energy state. We need the 'Resistance'. We need the 'Anger'." He tapped a button on his tablet, and the "Simulation Screen" on the wall changed. It was no longer showing the North. It was showing a "Behind-the-Scenes" featurette of the "New Genome" rollout. Silas saw a commercial for ARCHITECTURAL DIVINITY: THE ALPHA SERIES. A human athlete was injecting a vial of "Blackwood Gold" into his arm, his eyes instantly turning a solid, glowing mercury-white as he jumped a twenty-foot wall.

Cars that I never imagined I'd ever see. "Can I drive?" I asked which he raised a grave brow to. "Uh," he scratched his 5'o clock shadow, avoiding eye contact which made my lips pout. "How about another day, you have no idea where you're going." He proposed. I frowned but nodded, he was right. I ran my hand along a sleek silver car with tinted windows before continuing my stroll down his collection. "This one." I couldn't take my eyes off the beautiful black mustang with neon green trim. I was nearly salivating at the sight.

The Oracle nodded. “The war is no longer about who rules.” “It’s about who remembers.” Aria sat down. “He’s not coming after Emilio anymore,” she said. “No,” the Oracle replied. “He’s coming after your story.” ~~~~~~~~~~ CAIRO — BLACK SUN CATHEDRAL Deep below the dunes, in a chamber of living metal, BLACK SUN opened its first eye. It blinked in glyphs. In whispers. In code. And on the mainframe— A name was overwritten. ARIA MORETTI — DATA: NULL

“Olivia Black, daughter of Aaron Black, Alpha of the Black Pack. You have been summoned here before the Elders of the Nine Packs of New Orleans today to make your choice. One year ago, you were mated to two men—Lucien Moonblood and Damien Fallenstar. Now, you must decide who you will spend your life with. Step forward and speak.” My legs felt like lead, but I moved to the platform, the eyes of the room burning into me. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. “I…” My voice wavered, and I cleared my throat, forcing it steady. “I haven’t made up my mind yet.” The room erupted. Gasps rippled through the Council, whispers buzzing like flies. The Elders exchanged looks—some shocked, s

He sat up in his chair and straightened his suit, not because it was wrinkled though- Megan suspected it was more of an habit with him than anything else, a mannerism whenever he wanted to say something serious. "Like I told you earlier," he began soon after, "Olympus is the United Nation's Covert Affairs Department on Threat Assessment and Response's paramilitary division. We're an autonomous unit that monitors the activities of the world for anything that can put it in danger, and respond when such threat arises with every resource at our disposal." "Resources which happen to include three superpowered teenagers," she completed for him. He nodded affirmative, smiling presumably at the way

Doll closed his eyes and Hades felt his body go slack, accepting the punishment as if it were Hades dishing it out. "I do." Hades growled out, trying to focus on anything but the intense pleasure his out-of-control body was feeling. "It wouldn't be the first time you did that, you sick bastard." He had nothing to hold on to. The black sands were a manifestation of the Black Throne's aura. They weren't something that could be manipulated or stolen. For a moment, Hades wished Spitfire was here. He would be able to use the feisty little no-fur's abilities to handle this fucking bullshit.

And I could see it. Something underneath. Something he wasn’t saying. “So,” Kai continued, slipping his hands into his pockets, “you’re settling into Blackthorn?” “I’m trying to,” I replied. “Must be overwhelming,” he said. “New school. New environment… new title.” I narrowed my eyes slightly. “I didn’t realize ‘girlfriend’ was a title.” “At Blackthorn?” he said. “Everything is.” Damon huffed a quiet laugh. “Ignore him.” “I’m not saying anything wrong,” Kai said easily. “Just helping her adjust.”

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?

LUCIEN AFOLAYAN "My intellect always calculated it was impossible for Bianca's weak wolf to possess any active ties to an overseas smuggler clan," Troy mumbles, his fingers scratching his thick hair in total confusion before he drops a secondary data device right onto my iron desk blotter. "Then my scouts intercepted this specific transmission grid, Warlord. A rogue Luna named Sienna Okafor personally introduced those black-market contacts to Bianca's office, solely because his failed studio owes her moon clan agency a staggering eighty million credits in operational penalties."