Sirius Orion Black Novels & Stories

The Black Hollow Pack crest. He crouched beside it and looked at it for a long moment without touching it. Orion crouched beside him and was quiet in the way Orion was quiet when he was thinking through something serious. "He is not hiding anymore," Orion said. "No," Darius said. "He is not."

She said his name, her voice breaking sadly. “I just can’t be that mate…” He sighed. “I am so sorry, Kelly.” He proceeded to stand on his feet. Placing his hands in his pockets, he continued, “The Oracle is tomorrow night. You just turned eighteen last week; you’re still young. It’s a great place to find someone.” The Oracle was a ceremony that happened once a year. It was for werewolves to find a mate, but you had to be eighteen and above to attend. Everyone in the pack that could attend always did. Even the alpha of the pack and his Luna.

If she won't come, then we'll go together. On the way to the restaurant, Serena talked endlessly about the firm's cases. Adrian kept checking his phone and refreshing Evelyn's chat window. He was still blocked. At last, he lost patience and used another phone to send her a text. "If you don't come, I'm taking Serena. Don't blame me later." There was still no reply. At the restaurant, a server handed them menus. Adrian pointed distractedly, and the server's smile stiffened. He had pointed to the restaurant's address instead of a dish.

Streetlights cast golden pools of light along the way. At the end of the drive, massive iron gates stood open. Beyond them, Blackwood Manor rose like something from a dream. Or a nightmare. The main house was enormous. Three stories of classic architecture, all stone and tall windows. Wings extended from either side, creating a U-shape around a circular driveway with a fountain at its center. Lights blazed from dozens of windows, making the entire structure glow against the darkening sky. “This is…” I couldn’t find words. “Home,” Seraphina said simply. “For over two hundred years, this has been the seat of Nightfall Pack leadership.”

I hadn't considered the fact that a vampire visiting the Alpha's mansion would be seen as odd, even after the so-called 'welcome ceremony ' last night. But I didn't let my agitation show on my face and spoke flatly. "I am Sylvain Blackthorn, an old member of the New Orleans vampire clan and I'm here to see Aria Nightingale. She told me she stays here." The guards looked among themselves and seemed to relax a little now. However, an annoying voice ruined my plans and my mood. "Aria? What do you want my girlfriend?" Orion snapped, walking closer to me. "I thought I made it clear... Stay away from my girlfriend. No, scratch that. Stay away from my mate, Mr 'black stick' or whatever."

Filtrated through a speaker system. “You shouldn’t be here.” Sophia’s blood froze. Orion. “Elise, kill the feed,” Sophia snapped, yanking her wire cutters from her belt and slashing the terminal’s cable. Sparks flew. The screens went dark. “Welcome to the next phase,” the voice continued, tinny but clear. “You thought Nevada was the end. That was the prototype. This is the future.” “Where are you?” Sophia demanded, turning toward the speaker. “You’ll find me,” Orion said. “But first, let’s see if you can survive.”

No longer silver. Black. Pitch black. The Moon had turned its back.

"I've got you, man. Let's forget about all of that and go in. I bet you've seen some girls you like in there." Tyrone frowned, and I knew he hadn't. We both walked back to the pack house. The whole tribe was here, and they were wearing odd nighties that made them look like clowns. A couple were carrying refreshments about. It was time to celebrate the moon goddess and thank her for the life she had given to us, but I had zero desire to do that. All I actually wanted to do was flee. At that moment, I remembered that Chloe would be so confused right now, and it made me down. Tyrone had tried to cheer me up, but it had not really worked. How could I be with my people when Chloe was not with her

Blakely The look I gave him was so brutally dry that he laughed. I tried not to be mesmerized by the musical sound of it. “Despite what you might think, Orion doesn’t enjoy killing. We were created for one purpose, to serve the moon goddess. Finding Lunette, freeing her from her shackles, it’s something we cannot fight. Removing the curses that bind us is the first step in doing just that.” I picked at the dead skin on my lip. “Okay. How can you go about doing that without killing me? If I’m the key or whatever, then don’t you need me alive?”