Sirius Orion Black Novels & Stories

“Sirius, I’m not trying to throw cold water on you here, but Orion is also organizing his art exhibition on that day, and he’s a very famous artist. Shouldn’t we lay low?” Sirius blinked before he chuckled. “Ginnie, think. Couldn’t I be Orion?” On the day of the art exhibition, Ginnie found herself seeing her art displayed alongside Orion’s pieces. She pinched her thigh. She had admired Orion’s art for many years and had spoken online to Orion as Howard’s student. Who would have thought that the famous artist was not some middle-aged man but was Sirius, the man who was practically stuck to her side 24/7?! Was the destiny that bound her to Sirius that strong?

Orion nodded. “Twelve years ago, something moved through every realm I know.” Dad and Mom exchanged a look. “We changed the Black Star twelve years ago here,” Mom said. “For us, it was days earlier,” Dad added. Orion looked fascinated. “Then that was it.” “What happened?” “Doors closed.” Dad smiled. “Good.” “Some did.” His smile disappeared. “And others became possible.” “Less good.” Orion looked at me. “For the first time, I could follow the sound without something else deciding where it led.”

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."

He traced his finger away from the Ravenscar borders, moving it completely across the map to a massive, dark territory that everyone in the modern supernatural world feared to cross. “To survive the political fallout of rejecting an Alpha Council-approved union, we would need someone who operates completely outside their rules,” Orion murmured, his voice dropping into a tense whisper. “There is only one Alpha powerful enough to stop him.” “Name him,” I commanded, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Alpha Hassan Blackthorn,” Orion stated.

“The world was never the same again. And I won’t let Iris go through what I did. It’s enough that I had to grow up in the cold shadow of false affection—raised by a ‘stepmother’ and her deceitful daughter.” “Excuse me?” Susan blinked, clearly confused. I opened my mouth to reply—but the sound of footsteps approaching from behind made me turn around. That voice—deep, steady, unmistakable—cut through the rain. “I didn’t expect to see you here, Cassy.” Orion. He stood a few meters away, his long black coat glistening with droplets, a silver umbrella in hand. His gaze was assessing, though his usual faint smile tried to soften it. “Alpha Orion,” I greeted quietly, forcing my tone to remain even.

He disappeared into the adjoining room, the beaded curtain rustling behind him. My thoughts went to Zevarion. I had already made my choice, I would stay by his side, no matter what, but I needed to know. I had to know what he truly was. The man returned moments later, cradling a black mirror with edges that shimmered faintly like the surface of still water under moonlight. “This is an obsidian mirror,” he explained. “Drop your blood onto it, or into water mixed with silver dust. When a demon looks into it, their true form will be revealed.”

Lynx finally spoke up, “We are locked and loaded. We can head out whenever. Also there’s stuff for sandwiches in the kitchen if you want to eat first.” I nod my thanks and go to the kitchen to make a sandwich. Then I get anything I will need ready, like possible necessary weapons while I eat. Fifteen minutes later, we are in the car headed toward our suspects location. In our usual all black attire for the four of us to be easily hidden in the shadows, unnoticed. Orion’s Guild, as in my team, arrive at the soup kitchen’s location. Knowing exactly what to do, Lynx and Syn head off to observe Paityn and Lyric Windsor for any indication of rogue activity. Bayne and I do the same, heading in Kin

Placing one hand on my chest and one at my mouth, Willa only giggled at my reaction. “Alpha Amora also has black magic in her,” the witched threw the teacups back into her bag. “It wasn’t placed on you willingly.” Orion pushed the witch away so Nicholas couldn’t laugh out. “I see the same blackness in both of your auras as I have seen in Creed’s. I just wasn’t using my ability to see when you first arrived. My mind was elsewhere,” his voice trailed, walking to a large bay window overlooking the sea. “We rectify that tonight; I apologize for not looking further.”

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

Matthias is all that and more to the Pack and to the Alpha. My father nods and places his finger on the intercom. "Thank you. Please escort her in." A few moments pass in tense silence until Matthias opens the door to the office, Layla trailing behind him with her hands clasped in front of her. He places his hand on her back and guides her in. "Sit." He growls at her and for a split second of weakness, I almost feel kind of bad for the she-wolf. You won't be able to find a single wolf in Blackwater who isn't more than fond of Willie. She is fated to be our next Luna after all, even though she isn't yet aware.