Sirius Bnha Novels & Stories

12. Ethan. Sirius's arrival wasn't a surprise for me since he had his connections with the high council. I signalled the guards to move towards Rachael and tighten security. I wore wireless earbuds and tapped one in my left ear. "How's security? Did he bring his men?" I asked. "Security is strong, it seems he came alone, my lord." It chirped in my ear. Somewhere far down the road, there was a van filled with cutting-edge technology, doing surveillance of the area. I was one hundred per cent sure that the other packs had done the same.

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—

Captain Rian’s reply. “Sorry Rian. Force of nature.” Genesis replied with a smile. [Aster walked towards their room. Genesis and Captain Rian also made their way to Chief Vincent’s office.] [June 29, 1212; Great Fall Era – Present | Sewers Square - Eben, Meccichuzan (11:40)]

Ryan suddenly noticed something on the screen. “Wait.” He pointed at one of the network nodes. “What’s that?” Daniel looked closer. His expression changed. “That’s not a bank.” Emily frowned. “Then what is it?” Daniel answered quietly. “Blake Industries.” The room fell silent. Ryan blinked. “Well…” “That’s awkward.” Alexander’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Helios recognizes Sophia’s company.” Daniel nodded slowly. “Yes.” Emily whispered. “Because she helped build the system.” Across the city, Sophia Blake watched her own network map.

Is Sirius the only one? Jack gritted his teeth knowing what was coming as he refused to answer, the pain was indescribable as he hit the prod in the same place causing the blister to burst and another huge one to form. He was writhing in agony and it brought me back to consciousness sharply as I felt his pain hit me. We both knew the tortures he had planned for us had been outlawed by Governments after the end of the Second World War but it did not stop him from using them. I had to force myself to remain still, Jack was in pain but not in danger of dying and we both knew I had to find out how far he was going to take it. Thankfully he ended it there and as he closed the door behind him I sp

But what catches my attention is the blinking icon at the top. A new message. Received fifteen minutes ago. Impossible. The number should be dead. But then I remember—Declan. Of course Declan kept the account active, paying religiously for six years, keeping the number alive in the hope that one day I would call. I open it with trembling fingers. Sender: unknown number. The text is short, encrypted, and hits me with devastating force: “Sirius, is that you? Please, be you.” My breath catches in my throat.

When Sirus scoffs opposite me and I raise an eyebrow at him. “What?” I ask him and he leans forward and holds out his hand. I look at him. “Just hand it here. I can find it in half an hour, tops.” He tells me and I nod towards Alix, who hands over the phone. “I need a laptop.” Sirus says as Alix leaves the room and comes back moments later and hands it over to Sirus. He gets to work as I watch on in avid fascination. Maybe I should give him a job. He clicks away on the keyboard at lightning speed before he looks up over the laptop at me.

"By whom?" Before she could answer, the shadow of a tall man appeared in the doorway behind me. I turned around slowly, my muscles tightening as I saw a man in an expensive dark suit walk into the small office. He had two heavily armed men standing behind him, their weapons pointed directly at my chest. It was Sirius. Elias’s younger cousin, a high-ranking executive who sat on the minority board of Vane International. "Hello Mr. Manchester," Sirius said, his voice smooth, carrying a calm, chilling politeness. He adjusted his silk tie with one hand, a small smile on his face.

He swallowed hard, his throat clicking in the silence. "Type it." Leonard typed. The keys made a sharp, lonely sound in the concrete room. He pulled a black fob from his pocket, copied the shifting numbers, and hit Enter. The screen flashed. Rows of accounts appeared—Cyprus, Geneva, Delaware. The lifeblood of the city, lined up in green rows. "Highlight them all," Dominic commanded. "If I do this, it’s a suicide bomb," Leonard said, turning to look at him. "The second I hit the command, the offshore servers will flag the network. Geneva will lock us out. Nobody gets a cent. Not Victor. Not you. Not even your sister."

Titus cast a glance at their expressions and remembered that this was not the time to have a friendly back and forth with Carol. “Tell Myka Morales that Sirius’s company will be in charge of improving the image of Tiny Blessings’s online store and promoting it. He will also be investing five million into Tiny Blessings and becoming one of its shareholders.” Sirius was stunned. Five million?! He lost five hundred thousand when Titus asked him to buy those s*x toys some time ago, and he had to invest five million into the company now?!