Sirus Black Novels & Stories

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

’ Sirius took the whisky and downed it in one handing back the glass for a refill, ‘He will face trial for treason against the Pack. He deliberately kidnapped Luna and raped her, and then he choked her to death, these are the facts. He will die for this.’ Anders could hear the pain in his voice, ‘He is your Son Sirius, your flesh and blood, you can show him compassion’ Sirius looked up and his eyes glowed golden they were filled with a cold fury, ‘He murdered my Mate while he was raping her, he got off on killing her and you want me to show him compassion? Really?’

"Now, how can I help you?" "Do not accept anything from Sirius Black," he said, his tone suddenly serious. I turned around, my curiosity piqued. "I'm very curious, so please, explain what you mean by that." He ran a hand through his hair, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, clearly agitated. "Just don’t accept any of his favors. The guy is a complete cunt." "Because you lost to him?" I retorted, crossing my arms. "What a brilliant explanation for him being a cunt."

For once, the security expert seemed speechless. Then— “Well, shit.” Ruth entered carrying coffee. “Language.” Marcus looked at his mother. “Mom, this situation deserves it.” She considered. “Fine.” She set down the pot. “One.” Marcus turned back to us. “I’ve been looking into the Black family since the SUV incident.” Nicholas straightened. “And?” Marcus opened his laptop. “Gabriel Black officially died twenty years ago.” Seraphina froze. “What?” “Plane crash.” “No.” “You didn’t know?”

“Especially yours, Druiss.” “Abilities?” I snort, cocking my head. “What, like superpowers? Sir, with all due respect, are you havin’ me on?” His brows lift ever so slightly, and he turns to Damon with an expression that says you didn’t warn me about this. “This is worse than I thought.” “Told yer,” Damon mutters, his voice dry. Are they referring to me? “Look here, lass.” Mr. Black rolls up the cuff of his immaculate trousers. Despite his rich ebony skin, there’s a vile, festering wound on his shin.

But he didn’t look like he had been asking if I wanted to do it. My father stood from his desk, palms flat on the wood. “Aurora. I messaged him already. He’s expecting you tomorrow morning.” My stomach dropped to the center of the earth. Damian Blackwood. The man CEOs feared. The man who ruined entire companies before breakfast. My father’s cold, dangerous best friend. Rumored to have killed his wife—never proven, never cleared either. Everything about him radiated danger. “Daddy, you can’t be serious,” I tried.

"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.

"You have one thing wrong. The shadows don't serve me. They serve the space between things. The pause between heartbeats where death lives. Your friend Cyrus understood that at the end. He didn't die — he chose to stop being." "That doesn't make sense—" "Marcus Blackstone made a deal before he died," Thanatos continued. "His daughter — you — in exchange for resurrection. But he didn't specify which daughter." The implication hit like ice water. "Kira. She's his daughter too. Raised as Marcus Phoenix's child, but—" "But Marcus Blackstone had an affair with Marcus Phoenix's wife before running off with yours," Thanatos confirmed. "Kira is your half-sister, and she just traded herself and her l

Seeing Jaxon and Mia looking like they glue each other, Rey glared at Gavin who looked innocently at everyone. “Blacky is not wrong, he just wants to play. You know already, he likes women,” said Gavin which made all the men there snort in disapproval. “I told you to keep the snake in his cage, Gavin,” Gideon hissed. “Imagine if it was Kalista, she might give birth prematurely.” All the men there shuddered at the thought of Kalista with her big belly climbing a chair and running around the room being chased by Blacky. “Usually Blacky is very sweet,” Gavin defended against his snake which looked at the men around with its round eyes as its body squirmed about to come to its master.

Damien took a deep breath and stepped inside, with the hidden smile that Damien used to make whenever he was about to kill a noble class vampire. A smile that concealed an extremely strong and dark killing aura. The signature smile with the piercing gazes of Sir Damien Blackheart, which indicates that he is ready to kill a vampire. Or maybe for this case, two vampires.