What House Is Sirius Black Novels & Stories

Griffin raised an eyebrow. "You are from a different clan," Sirius said and started walking towards Griffin . Sirius released dark smoke from his body, "You shouldn't be having any information about June's heat." Griffin's eyes widen when he realised Sirius was using his special powers. The dark smoke Sirius released read Griffin's mind and began to form it's shape according to his worse fear. Griffin screamed as he covered his face with shaking hands and scrambled away from Sirius, to a corner. "Tell me!" Sirius roared.

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

Just raw walls and open gaps. The moment he stepped up— The air vanished. Complete silence. An unnatural silence. Then he saw it— A black door in the middle of the floor. It wasn’t mentioned in any records. A number was written on it— 413 But the mall only had shops up to 412. Room 413 didn’t exist. The door was slightly open. Inside — darkness so thick the flashlight couldn’t pierce it. Aarav gently pushed the door. It creaked. And then—

Looks like we would have some fun here after all eric said smirking as there continue gaming. For the big six the blackwood mansion has always been like a home to them the staffs knew all of them and there even have their own room at the quest wing, that's why Bryan wasn't surprise his staffs had let them in and even let them set up a game in his sitting room.

“Then we do what we must.” Maxwell glanced at me. “You ready for this?” I wasn’t sure anyone could be ready for what we were about to do. But there was no time for hesitation. I squared my shoulders. “Let’s go.” --- The Blackwood estate loomed ahead, its towering gates shut tight. The once-grand mansion had fallen into disrepair after the war, its windows dark, its gardens overgrown. But beneath it lay the vault—one of the most heavily guarded places in the supernatural world.

He was wearing an expensive gray suit, but he had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. Sirius was Elias’s older cousin, but he had spent his entire life standing in Elias’s shadow. While Elias was handed the keys to Vane International, Sirius was relegated to managing the minor shipping ports. His heart was full of a deep, burning jealousy that had rot over the years. He took a sip of his drink, his dark eyes tracking a movement in the shadows at the far end of the warehouse. "You're late," Sirius said, his voice smooth and cold. Out of the darkness stepped Maya Sterling.

~ Lucien ~ The air in the private suite was stagnant, smelling of industrial cleaner and the faint, bitter scent of the espresso I hadn't touched. I stood by the window, watching the rain-slicked streets thirty stories below. This was a "safe house" of sorts—a neutral space that belonged to neither the Blackwood Group nor the Vale empire. It was a sterile, glass-and-marble box designed for negotiations where the participants didn't trust each other enough to meet in their own territory.

he grumbled, unlocking the door with a simple key. The inside was as beautiful as the outside -not what I imagined Alpha Rains to own at all. It was the house of the former alpha, but part of me wished he took me to the sky scrapper instead. "What? Is it not what you expected?" He asked, closing the door. "Not at all. Why didn't you take me back to your former pack you know, the midnight pack?" I asked, looking at the marble floors and walls. There were photos of the moon goddess and different wolf neatly framed and hung.

Does it have something to do with him? "Your family turned out to be more complicated than I thought. The house we saw yesterday wasn't the witch's house, but it used to belong to your dad. I spend a lot of time there training when I was in my early teens. It was built far away from the city, inside the shadows — perfect for a wolf to train and hide." He added, his voice turning flat. No emotion swelled inside his eyes, I heard no sentiment within his tone. He hid it all; he hid it well.

THE PACK HOUSE of the pack of Blackspire, North London was a very impressive structure that reflected on just how successful and large the pack was. It was a massive, 3-storey duplex that glimmered in the late afternoon sun. Guards were stationed at the front doors. Sylvester cursed under his breath as he climbed the stairs that led up to the pack house. “The alpha has been expecting you, Beta,” one of the doormen said, pushing the heavy double doors open to allow Sylvester in.