Who Killed Sirius Black Novels & Stories

After hanging up, Evan mulled over the question. Putting aside who in Silverton would even dare to kill Gabriel, the real issue was who actually had the strength to pull it off. Evan knew exactly how powerful the Four Martial Servants were. Each of them was a monster in their own right. On top of that, Gabriel had hundreds of elite guards with him, all equally formidable. And yet, all of them had died. The answer suddenly clicked into place in Evan's mind. 'The only ones capable of killing Gabriel—and doing it with such brutality—could only be the Black Sun. But who hired them? Was Gabriel's death at their hands just a coincidence, or was someone pulling the strings behind the scenes?'

Crystal POV I was shocked by how Kieran reacted to the news of his death. “Lord Potter is dead. What killed him?” “That shouldn’t be the question you should be asking because he was killed.” “By whom?” “Alpha Harry and Lord Potter got into a fight; he was injured and bled a lot. Even after what the Healer did, he died.” Manu divulged. Kieran was pissed before going into the washroom to have his bath. Manu and I were confused about what he was thinking and why he didn’t issue an order to have Alpha Harry subdued.

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.

His hands trembled as he clutched at the wound, his whiskey glass slipping from his fingers and shattering against the floor. I leaned in close, my voice a whisper. "You were wrong." I twisted the knife. Elias collapsed, his body hitting the floor with a dull thud. I wiped the blood off my blade, stepping over his corpse as I made my way to the door. By morning, the whole city knew. Lucas Blackwood was dead. Elias Russo was dead. And Jasper Blackwood was the new king. The Mafia boss of the Black Vipers.

The leader of the black wizards, the energy vortex in his hand shattered and scattered, crashing into the battlefield like a wild storm. I was thrown to the ground, my ears ringing. When my vision focused again, I saw Zaire—not Zephyr—standing behind the leader of the black wizards with witch hazel-stained claws embedded deep in his body. Zephyr held Zaire, his eyes widening as he realized the thick red blood beginning to soak his brother's body. Zaire… had killed the leader of the black wizards. "Zaire!" I shouted, my knees hitting the ground beside him. Zacharias was on the other side, holding Zaire's hand tightly.

said the creature. Sirius lazily combed his dark lux, biting his lower lip with his fangs this time before he jumped out from the chair and picked up the little princess' unicorn. "I don't know." Sirius grimaced while he threw the unicorn mid-air and sliced it in half using the reaper's scythe. "Fuck vision. I've marked that girl and she'll be my food on her 20th birthday." he licked his lower lip in anticipation. "You gonna have to go through the dark lord first." the creature said while it flew left and right. It also saw the vision of Sirius under the command of one little princess in the future.

Ulric’s brave sacrifice had bought Dominic a few seconds, but nothing more. Suddenly, two dark forms hurtled down toward the black wizard from the night sky. At the last moment, he raised his arm and blasted one of them from the air, but the other fell upon his head, raking his face and eyes with razor-sharp talons. Viktor screamed and reached up to pull the owl from his face. No longer blocked by Viktor’s black beam, Dominic’s magical bolt surged forward, blasting the black wizard with the full force of Dominic’s magic. Viktor’s scream reached a horrifying crescendo and then abruptly ended as his body simply vaporized.

he tried grabbing my arm but the henchmen blocked his attempt and grabbed his arm. "Don't even think about it!" Sirius's voice was low and menacing as he aimed the gun directly at Ethan, his eyes glinting with a cold, calculating light. "You know, you're proving to be a tempting target," he sneered, his finger twitching on the trigger. "Hands off my prize, and if you move one step forward, I'll blow your partner's brains out." He slowly pointed the gun at Chekov's near-lifeless form, his gaze lingering on the pool of blood spreading around him.

Forming words I could barely hear. "Run," he mouthed. Just like before. "Run, Maya." Then his hand fell. His chest stopped moving. His eyes went empty. "KARL!" Elijah's scream was inhuman. Pure agony given voice. I couldn't scream. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't process what I'd just watched. Karl Blackwood was dead. Executed with a silver bullet while his own brother listened on the radio. And Nathan had orchestrated the entire thing. Seraphina stood, brushing snow from her knees. She looked around at the assembled wolves, her expression satisfied.

’ 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?’