Sirius Black Prison Novels & Stories

And something inside him snapped completely. Not panic. Something worse. Rage so absolute it became calm. Two armed men appeared at the bottom landing. Ciro shot the first one in the head before the man fully registered who he was looking at. The second barely got his weapon up. Three shots. Chest. Throat. Face. The body hit the ground hard. Ciro kept moving. His chest tightened violently. He reached the main staircase just as Kane reappeared. “Nothing upstairs,” Kane said sharply. “One of the staff said they saw Black taking a woman downstairs toward the lower levels.”

There was a slight iota of consciousness left within me, I was struggling to be myself but it seemed this bad news was so crippling that I couldn't withstand it. “Estella, wake up! Wake up! I'm with you in this.” Cameron, who was now with my phone, pulled me up with force. His hand supported my back and held me up. Steadily sitting in a posture I wasn't comfortable with did me good and stopped me from slipping off my senses. “We think this was orchestrated by him or his men.” I heard the boss say. “What's that?” I snapped. “There was a blackout last night at the prison where both Adrian and Chloe were jailed. It was at this moment, the murder and escape happened.”

A young man got in a bowed before making his statement. "I'm pleased to inform you that yesterday's operation went well. Two men of Stone were murdered and the bag is in our possession." "That's great news. What about the Black moon?" He asked with interest. "He was nowhere to be found and that was to our advantage," he said the last part lowly. "I see, seems Black moon's becoming busy lately. What can he do? He's human too." Matteo added very excitedly. The man dropped a glass of wine before him and scurried out of the room, happy for being alive.

But Spider moved like shadow between shadows. She wore a cleaning uniform and an accent thick enough to fool the guards. The cameras never saw her slip that flash drive into the central system. Never noticed the scentless gas she left in the vents—slow-acting, memory-clouding. By midnight, she was in the vault. Files. Names. Photos. Children. She didn’t flinch. Until she saw a photo labeled: “Athens Holding. Cassiopeia Blackwood . Priority Leverage.” Her blood ran cold.

Sophie's POV **The Prison Visit** The stench of industrial bleach and human despair clung to every surface of Blackmoor Supermax's high-security visitation room. I counted seventeen security cameras tracking my movements as I approached the bulletproof divider - seventeen unblinking eyes that had watched countless criminals break beneath these flickering fluorescent lights. My LoiusVuitton's clicked against the concrete floor with military precision, each step measured to hide the tremor in my legs. Arthur Blackstone sat waiting behind three inches of reinforced glass, his massive frame swallowing the plastic chair. At 6'5", even seated he loomed like a king holding court in hell.

"It's after midnight. Your show is today." Sophia took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders, and smiled. "Then let's make it unforgettable." And somewhere in a prison cell in New York, Richard Blackwood fell asleep dreaming of fire and death and revenge. He had no idea he was about to lose one final time.

I don’t quite remember how they ended up following the Alphas of the Alliance, but I remember how Mateo’s father always tells me that they owe a lot of things to my father, which explains their loyalty to the Alliance, especially with me. The Blackhole is the prison where the worst criminals were brought. It was located in the middle of the sea with high security. No one could escape the Blackhole. Many have tried but ended up dead. This is the place where all the worst criminals were brought. I know that I was going on extremes here, but after all that she did, the way she had destroyed whatever was between Kelly and me, I just couldn’t get past it. I want her as far away as I can get her f

Even the cells nearby were silent, a far cry from the liveliness when Frank had just entered the cell. Realizing that the coughing and metallic clanging was from deeper within his cell, Frank turned to see a frail, elderly white-haired man sitting in a corner, chained in oversized fetters. Anyone with keen eyes could see that his shoulder blade was pierced with metal hooks forged from a special alloy. The geezer was clearly a powerful martial artist, as the metal hook that cut into his bone effectively stopped his meridian nexus from charging. "This is Blackwater Prison, where Draconia's worst criminals are kept. So? What have you done that got you in here?"

“Toughest prison? Try Manchester Maximum Security Irongate. You planning to break her out or what?” Damien’s voice dropped, in a sharp tone. “No. I’m planning to own the system that put her there.” The man on the other end let out a slow whistle. “That’ll cost you, Blackwood.” Damien smirked faintly. “Send the bill to the Blackwood Trust. Just get it done.” He ended the call and leaned back, watching the city lights blur past. His phone buzzed almost immediately a message from Crane. Transfer hearing could be arranged next week… if we ‘sweeten’ the process.

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—