Young Sirius Black Novels & Stories

Though the Monroe family was vast, he'd fought tooth and nail for his position as the manager of the Monroe Pavilion. Enduring the harsh relentless training for years, only he could truly understand the extent of his sacrifices. He never thought that years of hard work would be lost in an instant! Hatred and helplessness war within him, but all he could do was slink away in shame. Sirius had already seen a photo of Frederick at the family head's place, which is why he recognized him immediately. He rushed forward. "Greetings, Mr. York. I'm Sirius. Please accept my apologies for this… unfortunate incident with a wayward member of our family."

Chapter 1 I never should have answered Daddy’s text. But when the notification lit up my phone at 9 p.m.—Come to Blackwood Tower tonight. We need to discuss your trust fund. Now.—I couldn’t ignore it. Not when it came from Richard Blackwood, founder and chairman of Blackwood Enterprises, the man who’d built a billion-dollar empire from nothing and spoiled me rotten every step of the way. I am Sophia Blackwood. Twenty-one. Only child. Heiress to everything.

Jasper narrows his eyes at me, but decides not to bring up my thoughts. Instead, he says, "I will not stop until this deal is complete." "Do you know anything about Cyprian? Where he may be?" I ask, hating to bring up the name of the man behind the uprising. Cyprian. Young, strong and extremely manipulative. An outsider of the Love Pack born and raised. A rogue now. All these things are a dangerous concoction I don't want my beautiful mate witnessing. Unfortunately, my end of the deal must be upheld.

Gasly shouted as he punches the legs of Scott. [Scott kicked Gasly, and this made him almost fall on the ground, but Jin caught him] “Gasly!” Aster shouted. “Engage! Bow..” Aster chanted, but was stopped as Scott took his other hand too, making Aster unable to cast the bow since it has no opening space for the bow to appear. “What are you doing my beloved? Do you want to kill me? My Parents has arranged our marriage for the future, which is why, you should act like my wife starting today!” Scott said.

Celeste shifted the display to show new profiles. "Riley Blackwood," she read. "Five years old. Precognitive abilities allow him to see multiple possible futures and guide tactics accordingly. Was held at the facility for five years, suggesting his abilities manifested extremely early. Captured my predecessor Lazarus using combination of foresight and trap protocols. Extremely dangerous despite his age."

advised Gerald with a bitter smile on his face. Upon hearing that, Sloan instantly laughed aloud before smiling wickedly as he said, “You’ve gone mad, haven’t you? Open your eyes already! Who do you truly think is going to die miserably in this situation?!” As everyone took aim at Gerald, the youth in black clothes raised his hand slightly. Narrowing his eyes so much that they almost formed perfectly straight lines, Yvon—the youth in black—then said, “Does that mean you’re admitting to killing my six elder siblings…?”

Against her better judgment, she answered. “Hello?” “Ms. Hayes?” The voice on the other end was deep and smooth, with a commanding presence. “This is Adrian Black.” Her brow furrowed. She recognized the name immediately, the name sending a jolt through her system. Adrian Black was the youngest CEO in the city, a man as ruthless as he was brilliant. He was feared and respected in equal measure. Her ex-husband had spoken of him often, usually with a mix of envy and trepidation.

“What am I supposed to say? Thank you for killing my mum and ruining my life?” He chuckled. “You’ve got a sharp tongue. That might get you into trouble where we’re going.” “Where are we going?” I demanded. “To see my boss,” he replied. "Mr. Black.” Of course. I rolled my eyes. What was I expecting, they had to take me to see Mr. Black. My stomach twisted at the thought of his name. Damien Black. The notorious Mafia king. I had only heard rumors about how cruel the infamous man was. I had never imagined I'd get in contact with someone like him, And now, I was headed to see him. It was enough to terrify anyone beyond wit.

And it was here that she had confessed her plan last fall. Like Celeste’s other siblings, Sirius had reddish brown hair and green eyes. He stood a little over six and a half feet with about four inches between them. They both had athletic builds and tanned skin. Sirius wore running shoes, black basketball shorts and a gray tank top. His neck had his mate’s mark, and the Silver Lake Pack Crest was tattooed on his left upper arm.

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.