Harry Potter Black Sisters Novels & Stories

Harry’s calm voice earlier started to raise. I peeked and saw how Black slammed himself back on the couch and his complexion wasn’t fine. He looked at Harry who was now seated with a calm face. Black sighed. “You know my reasons Harry. You know that I suffered too. You fucking knew it! Damn it!” “Then just let her go…” “I can’t…” Black looked at the ceiling with an empty eyes and said the words that made me tremble. “I can’t let her go now, never. I can’t, specially that she’s---------she’s now pregnant.” The words that stunned me.

My dearest dark sister. That’s what she called me. That’s what she has always called me. In our dark witch circles, “dark sister” is a term of respect between practitioners who have sworn themselves to dark sorcery, the kind of witch magic that goes way beyond just simple hexes or potions and rather dives more into blood rituals, soul-binding curses, and even death spells.

Nyx'Thal's presence writhes within me, no longer the composed deity but something wild and desperate, clashing against another power I've never felt before. My knees hit the stone floor with a crack that echoes through the chamber, and I'm dimly aware of the masked wolves stepping back in alarm. But their fear is nothing compared to the terror building in my chest as visions flood my mind—not the familiar darkness of Nyx'Thal's memories, but something else entirely. Silver light. A woman's voice, gentle but fierce. And a name that shouldn't exist in any record I've ever seen: Luna Blackwood, the Defiant Sister.

Brutal looking men were turning into even more vicious looking wolves everywhere you looked. Nora was already gone, swallowed up and protected by her new pack. Cassie was determined to get to her sisters. They came into this world during a war, and she refused to lose them during another one.

muttered Harry, at a complete loss. Black crossed his arms over his chest and lifted his chin toward Harry's neck. "You're wearing your soulmate mark, kid," Black replied. The Mad One was beginning to lose more and more patience and didn't know what Harry was playing at. However, he cringed when he saw Wayne's scowl and completely ignored Harry's confused look. "What?" asked Black of the Serene Moon Alpha. "Memory loss," grumbled Wayne before nudging Harry's shin with his foot in jealousy.

He was gradually baring his origin with me and I'm so proud of him for it. "As you know, we have two types of witches. The black and the white witches. They were often referred to as sisters. But in reality, the two were far from each other. Everything was going quite well, but the black witches were greedy. They wanted everything to themselves." He stopped to take a breather. I nodded my head as I heard about the cunning ways of those black witches. While those whites are praised for their compassionate heart and good magic, the black witches are shunned for their cunning ways and greediness.

She seemed excited and was giving me an expectant look. As if there was anything more that I can give her! I simply smiled at her politely as I don’t even have the right words to say to her. I want to die. I want to crawl into a hole and hide. Someone, please bury me so I can avoid embarrassing myself even further. This girl is not my sister. She’s a blonde Hermione Granger. ‘Master?’ Custard came to my side and poked my hand. ‘Not now, buddy. I’m devastated. My sister is a fricking genius to master the use of magic before me! She’s on her way to Hogwarts while I have to stay in the basement!’

"She left because of mother's inability to accept the hard truth. And should I hear of Hannah's demise, you'll be answering to me." Vivian laughed. "The squabbling two." "Well, now she's here, how do we do this?" Janice asked. "It's as I earlier suggested," Vivian said. "We kill everyone." The three sisters walked into one of the uncompleted buildings which was almost dark and shadowy, save for the windows which admitted little light inside, and there they met people in black robes kneeling with face to the floor, hands stretched to the candles before them. They said chants, took to their feet, spread their hands to the ceiling, and made more chants.

“ Why is she back?” One of the witches noisily asked as she looked at Levy and grimaced in pain and fear. Her voice was so loud that neither Logan nor Levy could ignore what she was saying, Levy winced softly as she heard the voices of the witches who were staring at her and Logan, she knew why these witches were talking behind her back. Her mother who was often seen with a black magic book in her hands even though she was just using it as a reference to research the counter spells of the black magic spells was not seen very fondly by others.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.