Harry Potter James Sirius Potter Novels & Stories

It was James. “Mr... I am so sorry Sir, I forgot your name.” Kiara uttered and fixed her blazer though deep inside she was a little bit embarrassed that someone who knows her had actually witnessed her stupid action. “James, just call me James.” “Sir James.” “Just James.” He corrected. “Oh sorry Just James.” James mouth gaped open at her remark. It was not Just James but his name was James only, yet Kiara called him Just James. “God, you’re something, aren’t you.”

lisa replied folding her arms in front of her determined not to make this easy for them. “As you wish.” He replied. “This is James, the High King’s personal Magi and you’ve met High Prince Phillip already…” Lisa kept her eyes firmly on James who was unashamedly examining her from from under his slightly wonky glasses. She was determined not even to glance in High Prince phillip’s direction even though she could feel his eyes boring into her, watching her every move like she was about to do something he’d need to react to. “You are welcome here Fate.” James said with a tilt of his head. “You have had a long journey and one not without danger.”

Harry was Sirena's uncle, the one who had arranged her engagement to James two years prior. "By the way, I’m sorry for Mr. Mattes Reverie’s passing," James offered. "Thank you," Sirena replied with her usual poised elegance. "You haven’t changed at all; you're still as beautiful and captivating," James complimented. "Thank you for the compliment, and you also look great," Sirena replied, taking a sip of her drink. "So, do you like it?" James asked, his gaze fixed on Sirena, who was merely staring at her drink.

He quickly bent to pick them, then raised his head to see the owner of the voice. James. "Woah, didn't know it was you, Harry," said he. Harry's mouth fell ajar, as his eyes were quick to notice the plaster on The Great Bully's forehead, and the plaster of Paris that strapped his right arm to his left shoulder. The boy had a grin on, "Surprised to see me?" "James — you're back." The boy nodded with an excited grin. He turned to look at the third party, expecting to see Andy, but then. . . .

It would be surely noticed. They are his brothers? To confirm my suspicion. James introduced himself “royal wolf Jamiel voldov. courtesy name Death. gift shadow. Family gift, lust. Jesus, I do not want to know what earned him that name. beside me Hailey shifted closer to Dailey and James raised his right brow.

I bit my trembling lip, feeling my legs shaking already but it's a good thing Harry was holding me. "Hey" He whispered, urging me to speak "Hey, just give me a name" "James." I finally blurted out. "James Wilson" "James Wilson" He frowned, thinking. "Dustin's uncle?" He asked, his neck muscle tensing. I nodded affirmatively "Dustin's uncle" With the dangerous, furious look in Harry's ice eyes, I knew if James wasn't dead before then he's dead now.

“This is Sigil, the one I told you about, the one who trained me.” James straightened slightly, his expression adjusting as he faced Sigil properly. “James,” he said, extending his hand. Sigil looked at it briefly before taking it. “Commander Sigil,” he replied. James nodded. “I have heard a lot about you,” he said. Sigil’s expression remained calm. “Hopefully nothing negative,” he replied. I smiled faintly at that. James released his hand, though his gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before shifting back to me, his brows pulling together slightly.

he laughed evily as his voice echoed through out the building. “When are we going sir? “ “ Soon enough, just gather your roses, chocolates, and all the goodies you can think of. It’s going to be awesome! “ He let out a thunderous laughter again The team laughed as well Because they knew exactly what he meant . They knew exactly who Sir James was, once you had been marked as an enemy, he will stop at nothing till he makes sure you are put down and that’s exactly what was about to be come of Lucentia’s fate

"Isn't that Mr. James?" "Yes, you’re right," I replied shortly. "I’m getting goosebumps. Is he a vampire too?" Barbara hissed. "I guarantee he is 100% not a vampire," I answered firmly. I knew exactly who James was; he was a Lycan and a member of Drex’s pack. "Hey, ladies! Mind if I join you?" James asked, smiling broadly. "Go ahead, James," I answered casually. Barbara pinched my arm hard. "Lea, call him 'Sir'! He’s our lecturer!" she whispered, horrified by my lack of manners.

Sirius was sipping wine as if he was relaxing. Mr. Hans, the name of the leader of the group that wanted to defect against Sirius' leadership, was silent as he breathed heavily. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk, but that he couldn't speak anymore. Sirius's bullets hit his stomach and legs. He was bleeding out and could die at any moment. Mr. Hans was forced to kneel even though he couldn't. Sirius's men supported his body roughly. His eyes glanced at Sirius. Damn, he thought. He wished he would just die instead of being caught alive like this. There's a reason why Sirius is called the Devil. He liked to torture others ruthlessly rather than kill that person directly.