Sirus Black Novels & Stories

"I’m sorry, ma'am! This wasn't my idea! I swear! I… I… I… it wasn't my plan. I… He promised me it was safe! He said the department was covered! Please, don't tell the Grand Alpha! Please, ma'am.” He started to sob, a small, pathetic sound. He reached out as if to grab my hand, but I pulled away. "I didn't come here for you to beg me," I said. "Stand up and be a man. There is a bigger problem than me. A problem that Rain can't kiss away.” He sniffed. “W..what problem?” “Black." The name hit Silas like a physical blow. He stopped sobbing and just stared at me. "Alpha Black?"

"That’s why they turned Onyx against me! That’s why the Board is trying to kill me! I tried to break the black line, Iris!" The safe room screen suddenly flickered to life. A new symbol appeared—the same black line and broken circle. "Silas Vane," a new voice spoke through the speakers. It wasn't Onyx. It was a human voice, deep and calm. "You have failed the initiation. The key is in the lock. We are coming to collect the Blackwood legacy." Iris grabbed the flash drive and her bag. She realized that the war wasn't between Silas and his company. It was between the world and the people with the mark.

“Don’t worry, okay? Everything’s going to be alright.” I ask him about the mission, but he says that the Black Tiger is going to explain everything to me. Can you believe it? Everyone knows he doesn’t talk to anyone. I step outside, and see him riding a motorcycle in front of the building. He’s wearing a black silk shirt, opened to the chest, showing his pale skin. His hair is styled messily, with some strands covering his eyes. His gloved hands are on the grips, ready to start the vehicle. He turns his head and looks at me, and his dark stare makes my body shiver.

"You must be cursed; I can't think of another explanation," Nerida sighed as she saw the pathetic state the bedridden Sirius was in. The continuous dangerous situations he kept falling in had given a permanent pale color on the boy's drawn face that made him look even more unhealthy compared to back when he was skinny.

Shrugging her shoulders, she looked up. “ I am not here to talk about me, Mr Black! ” Her voice had went to her professional tone. He was a murderer for God's sake, but he didn't seemed like one. There was something about him, that ticked Sia off. It felt like, there was much more to him, than met the eyes. He felt like a mystery and Sia had always loved mysteries.

… Drunken Tony was an outcast from his pirate ship, he was saved by Misha father who used to practice black magic however he kept it to himself in fear to get killed by Siren… As time passed Tony got interested in Misha father Basant black magic and started practicing it, after Misha father death he even initiated a ritual to sacrifice a human Man to Siren… when Damon tried to oppose this he threaten him to expose his truth and entire Siren and Merman village truth to villagers of Nakota and neighboring kingdom… Yes! Through Misha, Tony was aware of everything that was related to Siren… including their strength and weakness…. Misha a Siren was black ship amongst her Siren village….

Yman's body was enveloped by black mana as he was slowly pushing his body to get up. The Noble Rat wondered if this person just playing dead a moment ago. Never did the Noble Rat expected for this human to hide such a card up his sleeves. He was dying just a moment ago, but now, his body had something weird on it. The current Yman has ears the same as the Noble Rat but it colored like black smoke. His hands have black long nails but the sizes and forms were the same as that of the Noble Rat and his eyes had turned red, but in this state, his vision was unhindered in this dark surroundings. He even has a black tail grown on its back the same as the Noble rat.

Great, bat-like wings sprouted through holes in the back of his brocade waistcoat. A chill came over me, as did the urge to flee. But when he turned to face me, the thought of running disappeared from my mind . . . for my benefactor was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. His skin was white as snow, and his long black hair seemed to slither and flow from a wind that was not there. There was a perfect balance to his face—his jaw, cheekbones, and brow working together to create smooth, sculpted harmony. His ice blue eyes glinted with a terrible hunger . . . the intensity of which could have burned the clothes off my skin. “Miss Blackwood,” he said. “My name is Salem Sotirios. I’m so very sor

Black The Origin Chapter 2: vision His father has dark green eyes, illuminated to his vision. His slowly falling into the pit of it… The blue Moon was high up in the sky, can be seen at the window near a young boy's room. The moonlight peering to his opened balcony. He was wide awake staring at his dark ceiling where he can barely see the panting of angels with white wings. It was a spectacular painting, full of magic. Angels or so they called the goddess was looking way high in light under the clouds.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.