Harry Potter Black Sisters Novels & Stories

Other than murdering her aunt upon impulse, she’d taken the time to carefully plan out Davina’s confinement. She’d commissioned the memory loss potion from the wickedly powerful and dangerous witch via her disgusting letch of a lawyer with the intention of using that as an excuse to commit her sister. She shuddered at the memories of the sexual favors she’d had to perform to get him to obtain it for her.

Without a word, she walked on– playing the pretense to avoid any weird gazes and suspicions, especially from Claire. “Wait Phidel,” Phidelia called as she went after her twin– knowing well she wouldn't be able to step out of the school’s premises if Phidel leaves her behind. It was like she was the only one who could break the boundary that blocks her from escaping the four corners of the school walls. “Can you stop and talk to me for once?” Claire blunted, pulling Phidel to an abrupt halt. At that moment, Phidelia stumbled, bumping into her sister in the process. Like the flash of lightning, the latter’s spirit took possession of her sister someway somehow.

“A coven of witches known as the Dark Sisters. They don't play by the rules and specialize in black magic. They are dangerous and cunning. Usually, they work for people who pay them enough to hurt others. They are a menace, to say the least” “Did Mira have any encounters with them?” “A lot of times but they were no match for her” I nodded thoughtfully. I looked up, my eyes drawn to the night sky outside the library windows. My breath caught. The moon was pitch black. I have never seen anything like it. “What in the world is that?” Freya noticed. “It's a black moon. It signifies bad omen. It only appears when something bad is about to happen” I felt a knot in my stomach. Freya continued the t

she mind links me. The sisters move towards Zach, their hands remain linked together as they take a step closer. I watch as Zach throws black mist at the girls, only for is to disappear before it hit them. They move until they are stood less than a metre in front of him and I watch on amazed as their magic intertwines with each other’s, reaching out and connecting to those in the circle around them.

"And why did you connect to shadow magic that matches our demon summoner's signature?" "Because the summoner is my sister." The room goes silent. "Your sister," Hope repeats flatly. "Half-sister, technically. Same father, different mothers. Her name is Valeria Blackwood. She's nineteen years old, completely insane, and has been planning this genocide for five years." "Blackwood? As in Elder Blackwood?"

After fleeing the temple, I'd created this small space on the outskirts of Kieran's new camp, though I wasn't exactly welcome. No one trusted a witch who had once served the Midnight Queen. A sudden wind extinguished my lights, plunging the tent into blackness. The air grew thick with power that wasn't mine. "Show yourselves," I ordered, calling a small flame to my palm. Three hooded figures emerged from the shadows, materializing like smoke. My sister witches from the Black Moon Coven. Lyra, tall and stern. Mara, round-faced and seemingly gentle. Thea, silent and dangerous.

Last night you looked terrified when you came home and then Rosa was going through a lot when I came Pierce closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. "Margaret Blackthorne. She's Rosa's biological mother, and she wants the babies for some kind of ritual. She's gathering other covens to help her." "Margaret Blackthorne?" Nicolas's face went pale. "The eldest elder witch?" "You know her?" Nicolas nodded thoughtfully," Yes, she has a very bad reputation. She's incredibly powerful and completely ruthless. If she's after Rosa and the babies..."

Lamia Blackmoor POV “Does it feel weird to you,” my sister Hazel Blackmoor asks me, “that everything about today is going just as it should, except that you are marrying a different wolf?” I meet her eyes in the silver glass of my vanity table while the pack stylist finishes braiding my dark fur. My hair looks perfect, just how we practiced at the Pack Grove Manor. Hazel is eleven winters younger than me, and her wolf is still immature. I try with her because I love my sister, but she is hard work. At seventeen winters old, she cares too much about silk robes and shiny stones.

They were wearing clothes different from what their mother gave them, there was not a single scent of their mothers love from them as they walked closer to the lifeless body of the Queen of Magic, passing by Ira without batting an eye. “Have you abandoned your love for our mother? Have you all forgotten that we are a family?” Ira screamed begging them to remember something, but it was to no avail. Her sisters seemed to be fixated only on their mother. The six sisters joined hands above their mothers chest and began chanting using a language unknown to Ira. A black ball appeared from their mothers chest and was taken by Bia, she glanced at Ira before shattering the ball. Filled with rage, Ira

After a moment, I continued questioning, "Then who are black creatures who wore black robes? Those creatures abducted my mate, and they kept claiming I was the Medeora curse. Who are they?" "Those are the evil witches known as Ereje. A group of black women who wanted your bloodline tainted by black magic," Kiro explained. "They are the vicious creatures, the greatest foes of silver werewolves. In other words, they are the Witches of Greed." "That proves her blood is everything because many creatures are eager to get her. And they will do anything for it," Hailey added. She paused to look at me and said, "We're talking about a group of black women who think that only you have extraordinary po