Harry Potter Sirius Black Novels & Stories

Mom looked at me with sadness in her eyes and I wondered if there was something she was trying to hide from me. This was what most people did: judge someone by how they look. Sirius Black looked like a criminal that everyone believed him to be. The first time they met, with his gaunt, sunken face, waxy skin, yellow teeth, and long, matted hair, even Harry said that Sirius reminded him of what a corpse might look like. While Peter Pettigrew looked like someone who wouldn't hurt a fly. But in the end, Peter was the one who had betrayed James, his own best friend. Looks can be really deceiving.

My hand trembled as I picked it up. The front was blank except for two letters in bold black ink: HE I flipped it over. We know what you're protecting. We know where he is. Humans will dominate this world again—and wolves like you won't stop us. If you want to talk, call the number below. If you don't... well. Accidents happen to children all the time. A phone number was printed at the bottom. My blood turned to ice. Sirius. They knew about Sirius. They'd been in here. In our cottage. While we were—

There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name. James Bills, Black’s right hand man. There may be little or no POV’s in his name. Marigold Mills, Susan’s best friend/ James’ mate. There will be little or no POV’s in her name. Mariam Parrish, Susan’s mum. There may be little or no POV’s in her name. Jack MooreAsmodius], villain. Little or no POV’s in his name. Solomon Parrish, Susan’s senior brother. No POV’s in his name.

I want to hug her but before I can do that, she already turned her back against me and strongly jumped to advance into the air. “Thank you, Deb. I will devote my life earning for your forgiveness,” I muttered before spreading my black wings into the fullest. I mightily flapped it and flew as fast as I can to attack those elongated black aura of hands coming from the tower called Pandemonium that keep on abducting mages from their respective houses. These black hands are dragging people towards the tower. What these nine higher-ranking demons planning to do?

The person that just got to my back was looking at me and made a weird face before holding my hand. The person behind me later changed his mind and switched with the person behind him also. After switching that, the person I later found to be behind me was Captain Snape. I was so happy and desperate to listen to his life being a black Pirate. Sir, Captain Snape. How does it feel being a black Pirate Captain. Because I used to think something like white supremacy or something. I asked him

“You think this is over? You’ve only broken the lock. The thing beneath the Black Moon stirs, child. And it remembers your name.” Kaelira’s blood ran cold. “No,” she whispered. “The Echo was the last of it. I destroyed it.” “You destroyed its shell,” Varyn said. “But its heart — the true Black Moon — was never in this world to begin with. It’s waiting. And it’s calling you home.” Zevran stepped forward. “Then we’ll burn your god a second time.” Varyn’s expression softened, almost pitying. “You can’t fight the storm, boy. You can only drown in it.”

his voice taking an even scarier tone as he got up and dark clouds poured out of his hands, floating around him. Dread pooled in Soraya's eyes as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Black magic, she realized with terror. This was her first time seeing him like this. Alwin was an old wizard who was like a father figure to her. He had taught her everything she knew about witchcraft after he had taken her in when she was lost and wandering decades ago. He had always talked about how the witches and werewolves used to live in harmony. This fueled Soraya's hopes when she learned about the prophecy. He turned to her, letting down the hood of his cloak. Soraya let out a silent gasp as she

His muscles tensed, and in a blink, he vanished—teleporting out of the castle and straight into the heart of the Black Market. Whoever was behind this was about to learn a very painful lesson. No one touches what belongs to the King of Vampires.

I don’t even need to turn to know who it belongs to. Still, I do. “Hi, Mr. Blackwell,” I say, forcing a bravery I absolutely do not possess when it comes to this man. As usual, he replies in that infuriatingly calm, nonchalant tone. “Lyra… what are you doing here?” Then, casually, “And please, drop the formality. Call me Soren.” God. This man’s voice is going to be the end of me. I gather myself before replying, even though my brain is already malfunctioning.

Asked Kohei, a black-winged creature serving the prince of the death. "Those gods pissed me off again. They want the women back." Sirius said in distaste as he lifted his palm and let the bluish marble that Hyun gave him floated mid-air. He looked at it with curiosity. "Isn't that a Pokh, milord?" Kohei asked. "I don't know what is this. That scorpion woman gave it to me." Sirius said, playing the marble with his hand. Kohei's eyes looked at the marble with renewed interest. This got Sirius's attention in him.