Sirius Black Prison Novels & Stories

a man said, running toward them, looking anxious. “My boss, Sirius Montemayor, needs your help. He’s now in jail,” the man said. When he saw Kaizer holding the gun, he immediately lowered his head in fear. “Have mercy on me, Sir Kaizer. I’m just here to ask for help for your cousin,” the man pleaded, and Louis and Kaizer both recognized him as Sirius’s butler. “You should know the consequences if this is not important,” Louis warned, slowly descending to his Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita.

“I want freedom. I want a life where I’m not a pawn in your twisted games!” Sirius stares at me for a long moment, his eyes dark and unreadable. The silence stretches between us, heavy with unspoken words and simmering emotions. Then, with cold finality in his voice, he says, “You want freedom? Fine. You can join Alston in the jail.”

She sits down next to me on a barstool. " Something like that. I heard Mr. Black is coming today." " Like every other Fridays." I point out. " He might be attractive, but hell, he's scary." Rita says. " A glass of whiskey please, Keiran." " Get it yourself, Rita, and make sure you add it to your tab." Keiran says to her. She groans. I chuckle. " I don't know if you guys noticed but, Killian doesn't give a shit about us or anything that has to do with the down level. He mostly cares about the VIP section. That's where the real shit happens." I say.

But the Nightshade pack wasn't an ordinary pack, after all. I slumped on the dirty ground, facing the ceiling with teary eyes. The thought of how things have escalated in the past few days weighed on me. I still couldn't understand what had happened to Sirius. Was he really in his right senses? The way he changed attitude towards me was so surreal, almost like his mind had been altered. He hadn't even come to see me ever since I had been thrown in this cell. What's wrong with him? I suddenly snapped back to my senses. No matter what state of mind Sirius was, I still couldn't allow myself to be hung. I needed to get out of here, out of Nightshade pack, even.

Lin protested vehemently. Mia smiled softly. "I wish others shared your perspective. You've heard of the sacred Black Rose, haven't you?" He nodded, "Anyone who knows about the Legendary Black Princess Chi, standing right in front of me and being my best friend, must know about that Black Rose." Her smile widened at his understanding. "You know, my familiar was trapped in that rose until my birth. He told me the last petal of the rose bore a white mark, symbolizing my mate...", she narrated the entire story to him.

"Go, you have a lot to do if you ever want to win my favor, Son, because the only person who looks worthy of an ounce of my benevolence at this moment is Black." Detinos nodded, then got out of the room, his jaw clenching as he came face to face with Black. The night of the moon festival had passed, but the effect of what had happened between them that night and which they had both refused to speak of followed them around like a fucking dark cloud. Detinos resented the fact that he was more affected by the event than Black was, which was a given since nothing ever did sway Black except for his animosity to Dearil.

He knew perfectly well who had been the lead surgeon that night. Before I could speak, Tawnie and every colleague in the department vouched their support for the hospital’s decision. Some even said that an unscrupulous doctor like me deserved to be sent straight to prison. Matthew, wearing the smug air of a victor, spoke to drive me away. “This isn’t your office anymore. What are you still doing here?” Not only did Tawnie not stop him, but she also ripped off my name tag, stomping it on the ground.

"Elias has his security team watching every major road. Do you think it’s easy for a escaped prisoner to just walk around the city?" "I bought the guards at the transport van to let you out, Maya," Sirius said, his voice completely flat. He didn't show a single ounce of sympathy for her. "I provided you with this safe house. I gave you money. If you cannot handle a few street patrols, then you are of no use to me."

"But Sarah, this is a suicide mission. Facility 17 isn't just a maintenance building. It's a black site. Off-books interrogation center." Sarah pocketed the drive. "All the more reason to get her out." "There's something else," Patel said, hesitating. "Blackwood isn't just planning to capture Diego tonight. He's setting up Vincent's escape during transfer. Both brothers in the same place." "Where they can eliminate both and blame it on a failed escape attempt," Sarah concluded. Patel nodded grimly. "There's a team in place at Rikers now, preparing for Vincent's move at 11 PM."

It smirked and said: “What delicious food. Food made for destiny.” Blackmoon pack…. In the prison cells. The air was thick and cold with dampness. Deep beneath Blackmoon pack house was the prison cell. The scent of mild dew, rusted chains and dried blood permeated the underground prison, a place where the disobedient and dammed found themselves. In one of the central cells, Marisa sat slumped against the cold stone wall, her once glorious red hair tangled and matted with sweat and dirt. Her eyes had dulled, but behind them, burned a venomous spark of ambition that not even chains could extinguish.