Young Sirius Black Novels & Stories

The night sky loomed beyond the rubble, a deep, inky blackness that was suddenly invaded by a bright single light. A helicopter hovered directly outside, its rotors whipping up a maelstrom of dust and debris. A line dropped down from the chopper, and a figure descended, their movements fluid and deliberate. They wore the same black uniforms as George's men. As they landed, I caught sight of Sirius Dark, his imposing figure illuminated by the helicopter's spotlight. His black eye patch glinted, and his long, jet-black hair was tousled on both sides, framing his chiseled features. He jumped down from the line with an air of confidence, flanked by several of his men, who fanned out around him l

The boy couldn't help but ask in doubt upon witnessing the surrealistic spectacle of one Chief humiliating another. The Chief really has balls of steel. The Tiger Tribe's Chief seems like he'll have a heart attack anytime soon. At the same time, Sirius suddenly noticed a peculiar figure glaring at him, a boy-- more like a teen specifically-- small-boned and stout. He had long silver hair and two black, back-hanging, crossing swords that looked rather astounding. "He is, Igris. The Tiger Tribe's second son," Sarah commented with disgust upon seeing Sirius gazing at the boy standing behind Skar.

Damon: That bastard was touching my wife and you want me to do nothing. Lia sighed heavily making Ken continue the conversation. Ken: We understand Damon. But not by beating him you could have insulted him and this could have affected his reputation, not yours. Lia: Do you even know you just beat Liam Black. Damon raised his eyebrows before looking at them clueless. Ken: Liam Black is Jack Sniders Stepbrother. But the thing you need to understand is. If you're a Mafia king and he's considered as a Mafia Prince. His smart mindset and cunning personality no one can match it.

*** 02 | T H E B E G I N N I N G OF A N E W L I F E *** The clink of sharp weapons interlocking can be heard from the backyard of the residence of Sir Damien Blackheart. The noble-class vampire in the kingdom of Trinity Kingdom. And the older brother of Michelle Joanne Gibbons. Michelle, the girl who was fast asleep a while ago, has now woken up, slowly changing her position from lying down to sitting, rubbing her eyes while trying to regain her sleeping consciousness.

“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.

I clear my throat before talking loudly for everyone inside to hear me, “Hello everyone, I’m sure that you have plenty of questions. But if you don’t mind, please go outside and I will do my best to provide answers for you.” No one argued, slowly leaving the building and joining the bigger group outside. Charlie and I walk to the door and in a soft voice he encourages me, “You’ve got this.” I smile back at him before turning to address the crowd. I speak loud enough for everyone to hear me, “You all know who I am. I am Phoenix Black, son of Xavier Black. There are some things you might not know that will be crucial to know moving forward. Xavier Black is dead.”

Until there was nothing left. And then— "You'll catch a cold here." I looked up. And the world stopped. --- He was standing there. Tall. So tall. With dark hair and darker eyes. A jaw that could cut glass. He was wearing a suit that cost more than my father's car. And he was looking at me. Not through me. At me. Kieran Blackwood. He was twenty-six years old. The most powerful man in the pack. The Alpha's elder brother. The one everyone whispered about. The one every woman wanted. The one every man feared.

He turned to my uncle and licked his lips. “She is beautiful,” he said, coming closer. A shiver ran through me at the sound of his voice. I knew who he was. Augustus Black. He was the town's notorious bachelor. He used money to cover his crimes and he took advantage of the younger girls. Money was not his only power. He was the older brother to the pack's Luna, and that protection meant he could do as he pleased. No one in their right mind would marry him. My aunt and uncle were only blinded by poverty.

“Perhaps you know him? It’s a small town. His name is Hunt Rivet.” I huff a small laugh, recognizing the name. “Rivet? Of course, I know him. Not personally, but I know of his bar—The Glory Rivet.” “That’s the one,” Sirius confirms with a nod. “But your family name is Black,” I say, confused, as I glance between Sirius and the others. Sirius chuckles softly. “His mother is my aunt. She married a man of less noble standing—Rivet is his name. They moved to Wyrm after the marriage.”

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.