Sirius Black Prison Novels & Stories

He made his way back down through ops before taking another set of stairs down to the basement where they kept prisoners and held interrogations. Rose smiled at him when he came down, "who are you here for, boss?" "Whoever Ray and Air brought in last night," Dean looked past his prison manager to the guards stationed outside the occupied rooms, watching as they all stood a little straighter in his presence. "I figured as much," she gave him a sly smile, "just figured I'd asked," "Always one for formality," Dean smirked, "where is he, then?" "B6," she pointed to the guard in front of the door who gave him a sharp nod.

I planned in my mind, happily heading to my office. A few minutes in, I turned on the TV and was soon overwhelmed with annoyance when a news story popped up, showing Billionaire Rico Blackwell making a donation to the Children's Hospital at High Everest City. This was yesterday when the school incident took place. That criminal was posing as a saint, refusing to speak to the press under the pretext of not wanting to upset the children. It got the news reporters wondering if a man as gentle and humble as himself, could be a criminal. "Using innocent children as your ticket to get away from your own crimes? You can't hide forever," I tsked, turning off the TV.

Out of all the people, it had to be him? One wouldn't know the name of the President of the country, but one would know his name. So naturally, Luna knew about this notorious 'Blackwell' family and even more notorious supervisor of the family: Damien Blackwell. Daimen didn't like to make appearances in the media. No Journalist or media channel dared to go against his wish. So his face was always shrouded in mystery. The explanation from those who had seen his face in real life explained him as an 'Untouchable Lucifer'. They said his presence was enough to make one freeze. Something about his aura would choke one to death.

he asks… disbelief coating every word. I shouldn't have said anything, should have stayed quiet and compliant and small…. But something snapped the moment his fingers came too close, some instinct I thought I'd buried years ago, clawing its way to the surface. "You heard me," I take a step forward instead of back…. watch his eyes widen. The East Tower is exactly what it sounds like….a stone prison dressed up as guest quarters. One narrow window that shows nothing but sky. A bed that's more wood than mattress.

“Zara, this is Blackthorn. Everyone knows everything.” That wasn’t comforting. “At least tell me where you’re going,” she added. I hesitated. Then... “The Forbidden Club.” Silence. The kind that made my stomach tighten. Avery’s expression changed completely. “Wait,” she said slowly. “You’re serious?” “Why?” I asked. “What is it?” She stared at me for a second longer. Then laughed. “You have no idea what you just got yourself into.” My chest tightened. “Then tell me.”

"Silas does not leave survivors. He considers Mira a loose end and she will sell him out to buy her own life from us." Thorne checked his watch. "I will call the transport team and we will bring her to the black site on 5th Street. But we move under the radar. There will be no lights and no sirens and if the press catches us with an illegal syndicate prisoner, we are all going to prison." "Do it," I said.

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?

The powerful presence of her protective Alphas overwhelmed her at times, but for this particular situation, she didn't mind it one bit. As she made her way to her own room to change into fresh attire, a sigh escaped from Sky's lips. The memory of encountering the wicked Arthur Blackstone sent shivers down her spine and made her skin crawl. Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the underground prison, where they kept every prisoner with the death penalty. Tonight is Arthur Blackstone’s execution day, he will die by beheading in front of all of the representatives as the witness. The guards lead them to Arthur’s jail room, this is the first time she laid eyes on him after they fought, several

exclaimed Heru, a tall man with disheveled hair, hugging the shoulder of the friend beside him. "Our silence wasn’t for nothing," replied Beni with a satisfied tone, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Mr. Baron must have planned something new. This is our reward." They walked past the large prison gates, accompanied by the envious gazes of other inmates left behind. As their feet touched the asphalt of the prison yard, their eyes were immediately drawn to a row of luxurious black cars. Two gleaming, dark-tinted vehicles were flanked by several sturdy men in black suits. One of the muscular men approached them, a faint smile gracing his face.

If he knew I was dead, would he still accuse me of betraying him righteously? Maybe he would. After all, he never cared about me. Nina was his only treasure. What did my life have to do with him? … Seven days ago, he personally threw me into the abandoned interrogation room. That room was designed for the most vicious criminals. It was a cage hidden underground where the moonlight never reached and where the painful howls of wolves could never be heard by the pack. I had always been terrified of the dark, of being alone in a confined space. I was so scared that I broke down crying and begged Ragnar, “I’m sorry. I'll apologize to Nina. Please don’t lock me in here!”