Harry Potter Black Sisters Novels & Stories

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.

her words are heavy and in a deep growl and her pupils spread turning pitch black like dark clouds overtaking a bright day. “Where is my sister?”

The moment he figures out who you really are, this fortress won't be a cage anymore—it'll be a slaughterhouse. My breath hitched. I stared up into his dark, intense eyes, my mind racing a mile a minute. What was he talking about? My past was completely ordinary. I was just a human girl from a small trading village down the mountain, plucked away from an auction block because my mismatched eyes caught some wealthy monster's fancy. I didn't have a secret bloodline. I didn't come from royalty or ancient pack wolves. I was just Seraphina—a servant scrubbing floors and hauling flour sacks.

"I lived by your side for decades, and you never suspected a thing. You treated me like your own sister." Her touch made Theron tremble. Despair washed over him. "You really are a foolish brother." "You killed Cerys," Theron's voice was full of hatred, but even more pain. "Of course I did," Lilith admitted without shame. She stood up and paced before him, as if showing off her masterpiece. "I pierced her flesh with silver. Inch by inch. I peeled her skin with holy light. Layer by layer." Her voice was sickeningly cheerful. Like she was describing a walk in the park.

She was staying behind to face the four sisters with ancient spite, armed with nothing but her wits and a dead man’s name. As I sprinted down the entrance toward the door, the colors of the library began to blur in my peripheral vision. The four sisters, Sophia in red, Ennoia in blue, Episteme in green, and Arete in creeping purple, dissolved into a blur of chaotic light as I slammed the door shut behind me.

he groaned, scrambling out from under the bed. “This is James William Black, Prince of Eretria,” she finished, gesturing toward her brother before tilting her head. “You must be Mama’s lover?” Severus’s eyes widened in surprise. “What?” “Hildegard, we shouldn’t talk to strangers,” Eliza whispered urgently. “He’s not a stranger,” Hildegard rolled her eyes, taking a few steps closer. “We’ve heard a lot about you.” She smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. “You’re the Beta of the lycan army, aren’t you?”

Casie sighed before closing her eyes. "This is the tale of my elder sister, Amora Roosevelt, the heir of the Alpha's position of Black Heart pack. We were not known as black hearts for no reason. Our actions were just like our name, black. So we had never guessed that the to-be alpha of the pack, the ruthless and untamable, would fall for a person of a different species," She took a deep breath.

The black chains around me tightened. I screamed. Alex roared from the other side of the wolves. "Gena!" My sister walked closer. She looked into my eyes. "You have everything." Her voice shook with anger. "A family." She stepped closer. "A mate." Another step. "A kingdom." She touched the silver mark on my chest. "And the power that should have been mine." The mark began burning. I screamed. "Stop!" My sister smiled. "No." The Black Queen whispered, "Take it." My sister's black crescent began glowing.

[I've been reborn? Hahaha! This time, Kayla's stroke of fortune will be mine!] Gleeful cackles seemed to ring in my ears. I opened my eyes in a daze and found myself back at the familiar orphanage. Clarissa Smith, my sister who'd stabbed me to death in my previous life, was eyeing me with a sly grin. [This time around, you can spend your life in an academic hellhole, Kayla, while I enjoy having more money than I could ever spend without having to lift a finger.]

Not softer. If anything, Ivy Ellis was holding herself together with everything in her, and it showed in the smallest ways. The tension in her shoulders. The careful way she chose her words. The fire in her eyes that refused to dim, even now. Especially now. I liked it. I had no use for someone who would crumble under pressure. “You’ve exhausted your options,” I said calmly. “Your previous partners have withdrawn. Your creditors are preparing to move. And within the next seventy-two hours, your company’s financial state will become public knowledge.”