Sirius Orion Black Novels & Stories

She turned and left, her footsteps fading, leaving only the soft hiss of wind against the stone. I hugged my knees and stared at the moon, feeling the weight of her words settle inside me. The next day, chaos found us. A messenger from another pack arrived at Blackthorn. A formal challenge. Written in blunt words: “Your Moon-marked is a threat to the balance. Step aside—or we come for her.” Ronan held the letter, face dark. His hands tightened around the parchment until the paper crinkled. “They want you,” he said quietly. “And they’ll come prepared.”

"What exactly are you proposing, Luna Blackthorne-Maxwell?" I felt Diamond's power surging within me, stronger than ever before with Apollo's presence nearby. The connection between our wolves was amplifying both our abilities, just as the ancient texts had suggested might happen when Blackthorne siblings united their powers. "I'm proposing we meet them head-on," I said, my voice steady with newfound conviction. "Not with violence, but with truth. With the goddess's judgment." Lucious stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with me. The marks on his chest, now transformed into the sunburst pattern, seemed to pulse with golden light as Apollo settled more comfortably within him.

He is no Alpha. Orion is a monster of a wolf. He is as black as night with green eyes. Orion towers over most Alpha’s but our Destinee in her wolf form is slightly bigger than we are. I move back, not taking my eyes from him. Marcus passes me a pair of shorts from Laura.

We ate lunch in the quiet room, discussing the witch clans' current state - which was far from ideal. "Break time is over," Susan announced. As Jennifer settled into a holster chair to observe, Susan encouraged me to take deep breaths and handed me a dark stone called the 'Black Night.' Unlike light magic, there were no spells to recite for this one; the magic just came naturally. I held the stone in my left hand and let the power flow through me. The exertion was much less than light magic. It engulfed my palm in black fire, starkly contrasting the tiny balls of yellow light from before. "It seems Leia's stronger in black magic," Jennifer commented. I gave her a puzzled look.

If we don't get to my company this minute, I'm going to fuck her right at the backseat of my car without holding back. There's so much she's doing to me right now with her eyes, and her full attention on me, and the obvious lust in her eyes. " Try me, Mr. Black. I want to hear the things you're capable of." Naomi whispers, with her body leaning against the car seat as she watches me.

The aura emanating from her body was strong enough to hold me down for a thousand years if she rebelled; that couldn't happen. My fangs began to emerge as the sun retired for the day; I had to get the delivery before I couldn't get a hold of myself anymore. "Sire, something's wrong." Oliver, my left-hand man, appeared next to me. He was faster than the speed of light, but he was weaker than a roach in strength.

His black eyes gleamed like burning embers in the darkness. "Come ti permetti di chiamarla * Whore *. sai chi è lei? ( How dare you to address her as *Whore*. Do you know who she is? )" Orion growled making the manager more confused. Orion darkened his eyes in wrath. His dark black eyes can make anyone travel to hell. The manager wasn't fool not to figure out that the lady she just scold has some strong connection with these goons. He didn't take another chance and hurriedly bowed before Maze and started to apologize.

"What did you tell them?" Orion pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, his expression turning lethal. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. He flipped it open to reveal a ring—not a diamond, but a black opal that looked like a trapped, swirling galaxy. "I told his lead security that I don't discuss my private acquisitions with trespassers," Orion said, his voice dropping to a gravelly low as he took my hand. He slid the ring onto my middle finger. It fit perfectly, the weight of it feeling like a promise.

He is a perfect A student, even a topper in the entire school. His grades have always been perfect and no one can break his record. That makes people envy him but at the same time his arrogance arises a desire in them to kill him. Mr. Gorge smirked while he adjusted his lens on the high bridge of nose. "Zion...." Someone called him but he didn't hear. "Mr. Black?" This time a more formal and stern voice grabbed his attention. Zion lazily looked at him but stayed quiet. He was waiting for Mr. Gorge to speak first. Mr. Gorge gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Black would you mind coming here and drawing the whole nervous system?"

And in that moment, Orion saw through his sister's eyes—saw Dorian standing over her with a knife, saw the strange symbols carved into the stone beneath her, saw the blue fire flashing weakly around her hands as she tried to fight back. With a roar of rage, Orion broke free. The black stone in his chest cracked, and darkness poured out like smoke. The Mother stumbled back, her eyes wide with shock. "Impossible," she whispered. Orion raised his hands, expecting to see the blue fire like his sister's. Instead, black flames danced across his fingers, wild and dangerous. "What did you do to me?" he asked. The Mother's surprise turned to cruel pleasure. "Perfect. It's working even better than I h