Who Killed Sirius Black Novels & Stories

He couldn’t turn back. "I need to know the truth," James said, his voice shaking with barely contained rage. "Who killed Lila?" Victor leaned back in his chair, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "You already know the answer, James. The Blackwood family. They were the ones who orchestrated it all, and now, they’re closing in on you. But with my help, you can stop them. You can end it once and for all." James’ fists clenched at his sides. He had suspected as much, but hearing it from Victor’s mouth made the reality of the situation all the more bitter.

“Aren’t you too quick to say you’re uninvolved?” “What do you mean?” Kaze kept a straight face. He knew Sirius was here for trouble. It simply did not occur to Kaze that Sirius would tie him to Kai’s murder. “We received a tip and locked down on a prime suspect in Mr. Well’s murder. “The prime suspect is you. “Kaze Lee.” Sirius smiled amusedly, not breaking eye contact with Kaze. His eyes reflected a cutting murderous intent. Due to Hannah’s fall from power, Magnus started holding Sirius in high regard.

Some even believed he was the strongest in the underworld, sought after by many powerful business empires. “How did… That is… insane,” Moore said, his eyes widening further. “His place was found destroyed. No body, no blood. Just Vladimir’s corpse. The only survivor was a boy named Sergie—spoke nothing that made sense.” “Who could have done this?” “Who else?” Moore’s brows furrowed. “Mr. Black.” “I heard he’s here in London,” Zeno’s smirk darkened. “I have no idea why, but I think I’m getting close to finding out. I might have a way to finally get him.”

It also made him feel very uncomfortable. After thinking for a moment, Sheldon took out his phone and made a call. The other side picked up, and a casual, flippant voice could be heard. "Why are you calling me at a time like this?" If Damian had heard him, he would have immediately recognized the voice as belonging to Kevin Young, from Sengrove. "Mr. Young! One of my dad's Four Fighters, Black Bjorn, has just been assassinated. And the killer turned out to be Damian Luther!"

My guilt continued to burn my throat and I wished at that moment that the ground would open up and swallow me. Her struggles against Issa's hold finally weakened and she broke into heavy wails. "He was all I had left in the world. . . He was all I had. . ." She cried. Seeing her cry made me break into silent sobs. If it hadn't been for me or the darkness after me, then Albus would have still been alive. To the world, the Darkness killed Albus but deep down. . . I knew I was the one that killed him. I'm guilty of murder.

ARWYN POV Sir Sirius Black stood before me, his hopeful green eyes shimmering like dew-laden leaves in the morning sun. I found myself trapped between two impossible choices, each promising to crush me in its own way. Nearby, Thrystan was gently stroking the mane of his horse, his fingers moving with a deliberate calmness, yet his intense gaze was fixed on me, betraying his apparent nonchalance.

~Reina’s Pov~ I couldn’t understand why he didn’t kill me because I knew he had al the weapons and skills to take me out, he has done it before and yet he wants me to follow him like nothing has happened. I silently followed him in a hurry trying to match his large steps while my head was in a different place. He got down before me and when I did, they were tons on people dressed in black, carrying guns of different sizes, some I have never seen in my life. I exhaled deeply and walked down the stairs and stood beside Marco.

Dorian said, looking at Hayden. "Who was it, and what do you mean they have the same name?" Hayden asked in confusion. "Shania's dad, Simon Black, paid Simon Allegri to kill you and Natalia."

"Why did you kill him? What did he ever do to you?” He looks at me, and for the first time, I see the truth he could never say. It was the poison we both drank the love that grew in the dark, twisted and wrong but undeniably real. "I was always... going to be your undoing," he breathes, his voice fading into a thin thread. "Or you mine. I’m glad... it was you." His hand falls away, thudding softly against the floor. His eyes shut forever. Santino Blackwood, the man I swore to kill, is dead. And I am the one weeping over his body, my tears washing the soot from his cheeks.

The captain barely glanced at her as she stepped on board, but before she could turn back, one final sound shattered the night. A gunshot. Juniper's breath caught. She spun around, her heart stopping as she saw Adrian standing at the edge of the dock—his body tense, his eyes burning into hers. And behind him, from the shadows of the villa, a figure crumpled to the ground. Nathaniel Blackwood. The man who had orchestrated it all. Dead. Adrian's hand was still raised, the gun in his grip smoking. Juniper's breath came fast and sharp. Their eyes met across the dark water. "Now you know," Adrian said softly, before the boat pulled away.