Harry Potter Black Sisters Novels & Stories

" She and Mom both loved using their looks to get what they wanted, so they assumed everyone else did the same. As she spoke, she pulled out a small knife and waved it back and forth near my face. Seeing her pull out an actual blade, the thugs around us got uncomfortable and moved to stop her. One said, "Brett, we agreed we'd just rough her up and let her go! Now you've even taken her blindfold off, and you're bringing out a knife?" Brett Hudson was Jessica's delinquent boyfriend. Those thugs followed him for the street cred, but none of them wanted to mess with real weapons. Brett stepped forward to intervene. "Jessica, enough. Scaring her is one thing, but she's still your sister."

In the center of the circle burned a brazier filled with black flame. “Cultists,” Zevran muttered. Kaelira nodded slowly. “The Order of the Eclipse. I thought they were gone.” “Apparently they didn’t get the message.” Before they could move, one of the figures turned toward them. Beneath the hood, the eyes glowed red—Moonlight twisted wrong. “Children of the Black Moon,” the voice hissed. “You sealed what was ours.” Zevran drew his blade. “Not sealed enough, apparently.”

Short black hair wasn't just a style; it was a statement, and you couldn't just walk out looking like a mess. "She thinks the King and Queen actually care what she looks like," my step-sister hissed to the other two harpies. They weren't really my sisters; none of us were blood-related, but surviving near death together apparently made us family. Or so the world thought. The world was wrong. My three "sisters" were inseparable, a trio of toxic clones. Me? I was the outlier. The weird one with purple eyes and hands that occasionally shot out dangerous light. "A gift from the moon goddess," they said. It's more like a curse.

Sapphira gave me what I suspect to be a smug look and headed forward. I was once again startled but I quickly regained my composure and chuckled before trailing after my sister-in-law. None of us noticed the group of three young female witches in cladded black attires who had been staring at us since we walked in. ________ Unknown "Seraphina, isn't that the alpha you have been keeping tabs on?" One of my friends pointed like I didn't already see him and I scowled. "Who could the woman beside him be?" My second friend sounded upset.

"What was that?" Seraphine asked urgently as she and Soraya walked into the room. Seraphine had seen the look of sheer horror on the older woman's face when she was looking at what had happened outside. "It is called mind grabbing," a voice interjected. Seraphine looked up to see an old woman walk into the room. "Amaya," Soraya gasped, going towards the woman and assisting her to a chair. The old woman was almost eighty years old, but she was still as agile as ever. She shot the witch a look as she attempted to assist her. She was the older sister to the woman that died this morning, and she was one of the oldest people in the pack. "What you saw is one of the most dangerous forms of black m

My little sister was the breach between the veil, a forbidden world that should remain sealed. And at times like this, I just couldn't help but think that Eric Blackthorn had just been a pawn, a greedy mindless puppet in what happened that night. My sister's safety has always been a priority since she was born. Both the Supreme and Grishan witches had always kept her safe and hidden from those who sought after her powers for one reason or the other. She was the center of all supernatural kinds. She was every bit of us, and at the same, something entirely different. Someone precious.

After what feels like hours, Petra eventually opens the door. I will never get used to the stark differences between her and her sister. While Celeste has fiery red hair that is often curly and messy, her sister, Petra, has long black hair that falls down her back neatly. Whenever I see her, it is in a tidy braid that falls over her shoulder. Both sisters have darkened eyes that look almost black, but Celeste's turn red when she is using her magic, and Petra's turn an icy shade of blue. Both sisters have wrinkles that line their eyes, which is the only indication of their age.

He couldn’t finish, while Tyron put his hand on Sinn’s belly “Don’t you dare to say it”, he hissed. “You could come to us before, they are holding Tyron’s mother and Derek’s father .” “What the hell is wrong with you all?!” Sinn asked them, in disbelief. “Lena sighed, together with Gina. “That wasn’t possible, without our third sister, Anna’s mother”, she said, sad. “Sirus has a warlock with black magic and vamps, that could be dealt with, but for magic, we need you two.

I said, now bringing out the letter sent from the royal family, my family, "But how are you gonna bring them back, the only witches which were able to unlock the portal are the black witches, and they are the only ones who can lock back the portal, using any power that they have, but they don't belong with us, they side with the enemies" He said, he had the right to get confused, "There are only one way in which a black witch can get a white witch power" I said, looking at him, trying to know if he could figure it out, and his expression showed that he couldn't

Their faces were long and slender covered with the thin skin of the elderly. “Good evening, Brother Blake and Sister Clarissa.” Melchior greeted them. The black pendant that hung around his neck indicated that he proudly used shadow magic, otherwise known as black magic. In these times, many people would rather die than mess with black magic. But then, the olc order had never been known as cowards. Blake nodded. “Good evening Brother Melchior and Brother Casper.” He glanced at Clarissa, knowing they would expect the same greeting. “Good evening Brother Melchior and Brother Casper.” She said collectedly.