Harry Potter James Sirius Potter Novels & Stories

Ultimately, his gaze landed on Lord Samsong in the highest seat. Lord Samsong also looked at James. However, he could not see through James’ cultivation rank and was slightly surprised. He stood up, clasped his fists, and asked doubtfully, “Who might you be, Sir?” “Forty-nine,” James replied very calmly.

Stephen commanded, his eyes once again locked onto me as he ignored Sofia’s soft sobs of pain. “Why sir?” I asked softly. “Because you are MY prisoner and I will not have anything other than all of your respect.” He explained harshly, slamming his hand on the desk. I jumped, thinking carefully before I began to speak. “why does James call you sir? Is he your prisoner too?” Stephen shook his head, “No he is not a prisoner. He calls me sir out of respect because I am his superior.” “I see.” I muttered. So James wasn’t the man in charge, this guy was. Did he run the whole facility?

Only this time instead of an overpriced suit the man now wore and brown and tan plaid button down shirt tucked into a pair of pleated khaki pants. "Mrs. Maddox, it's lovely to see you again." I accepted the hand he held out for me. "Thank you, James. You can call me Saraid." He retrieved my bags from the trunk and stowed them under the plane. "James is a dear friend of mine and Liam's. He is a warlock. From your coven to be exact," explained Chase. I examined James from a distance. "He's on our side you said?"

When the leader of the Thunder Mountain Organization, James, saw that Lucas had returned, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. "I did nothing more than destroying the Sirius Dark Races," Lucas said slowly.

Compared to Astral whose vibe was sinister, Sirius who worked for a powerful organization looked friendlier. “It is you, Sirius.” Astral narrowed his eyes. Sirius glanced at Astral without a word. He kept walking with a fierce-looking group in tow. The group drew close to Kaze. Kaze looked at Sirius and asked indifferently, “Did Magnus send you?” “Mr. Lee.” Sirius smiled and spoke humbly, “My name is Sirius Glitter, an illegitimate child of the Glitter family. I’m the chief of the Viper’s Den’s serious crime unit.”

Just then, words echoed in her mind—Mosgravia, RC, medication, Jameson Schmidt, and Sir. To put it bluntly, Jameson was nothing more than Sir's puppet in Cyrris, discarded after serving his purpose. With him defeated, there was no way Sir would abandon the market. He'd find someone new to take the reins. This wasn't the first time Jasper's life had been in danger, and Justin had never acted before. Yet, this time, he rushed back after Jasper took the medication. Not only that, he returned to the Beckett family—different. Was this a coincidence, or was he closely related to Sir and RC?

His coat was long black leather, fastened with obsidian clasps that pulsed with a sick kind of magic. His presence was… wrong. Not like Sariyah’s. Hers was cold and ancient seeming inevitable. His felt like a trap. One that was drawing me closer with every heartbeat. “You really thought you could defy her and live?’ His low voice purred. “Cute.” “Who the hell are you?” I asked my voice raw and barely able to sound more than a whisper. He gave a mocking bow. “Orion St.James, at your service.” I looked past him, the entire square was empty now except for the ashes she left behind in the shape of sigils on the ground.

Just like mine. He smiles wide, his blond waving hair bouncing as he sits back into his wheelchair. “Hello, Kira. I’m Sirius. And I can assure you, the pleasure is all mine.”

His parents, John and Sarah, had always been a bit concerned about his voracious sexual appetite, but they chalked it up to typical teenage hormones. Little did they know that Harry's insatiable hunger was about to be fed by the most unexpected source – their best friend and neighbor, Sirius Blackwood. Sirius was a handsome man in his early forties, with a chiseled jaw and a wicked gleam in his eye. He was married to James Blackwood, a successful businessman who was often away on long business trips.

"I was." "Not Sirius Black?" "No, Sirius Black was just a decoy. To give James' home an additional layer of protection, Sirius convinced James to change the keeper of the secret to an unsuspecting person and he would act as the secret keeper to attract the focus from the actual keeper, me." "How would you describe your wand?" "Short and brown, chestnut wood with a dragon heartstring core, 9¾ inches long." "Who is the owner of the bone white wand?" "The Dark Lord."