Harry Potter Sirius Black Novels & Stories

Gasly shouted as he punches the legs of Scott. [Scott kicked Gasly, and this made him almost fall on the ground, but Jin caught him] “Gasly!” Aster shouted. “Engage! Bow..” Aster chanted, but was stopped as Scott took his other hand too, making Aster unable to cast the bow since it has no opening space for the bow to appear. “What are you doing my beloved? Do you want to kill me? My Parents has arranged our marriage for the future, which is why, you should act like my wife starting today!” Scott said.

groaned Lycus Lewis in his mind. Albus looked around the room and did not find the scepter containing The Heart of Magic. Albus's heart pounded. He approached Lycus Lewis, who was in a state of death. Albus tore off Lycus Lewis's shirt. He could see that tendrils of black energy were almost filling Lycus Lewis's chest. Once his chest was perfectly black, his heart would explode and shatter. Lycus Lewis was dying.

She thought. "I'm sorry Sir, I actually came to beg for my mum Who was fired yesterday, that's the only job she has and she needs-". Grace stopped talking immediately when she felt a finger lift her face up, she was instantly met by sea green eyes belonging to none other than Mr Black, who was now standing in front of her, she gulped, feeling the tingling sensation from his fingers. She wondered how he had gotten there without her knowing. "I said look up when talking to me, Grace." He said finally removing his fingers from her chin. He took steps backwards, taking a seat on the desk, now facing her.

It was quite laughable that the dark lord had a pet tiger who had a nanny. I stopped on the stone surface, rooted to the spot. The horror of last night returned. It was the place. The sound of the gunshot came back, reverberating at the back of my head, the image of Leo on the carcass flashed and the hard icy gaze on the dark lord.

Kai selected Lyra from Ironhold, a quiet girl I barely knew. Then it was Nyla's turn, and I watched my best friend's face look around in panic as she realized she had no real connections with anyone left. Finally, she said, "Sable from Blackclaw." The guy she'd sat with quietly at dinner last night. They hadn't spoken much, but Nyla was being practical. Better someone neutral than someone potentially hostile. And then, they all turned their eyes to me. I took a deep breath, knowing my choice would shock everyone, and I said clearly, "Darius from Firstfell."

But he didn’t look like he had been asking if I wanted to do it. My father stood from his desk, palms flat on the wood. “Aurora. I messaged him already. He’s expecting you tomorrow morning.” My stomach dropped to the center of the earth. Damian Blackwood. The man CEOs feared. The man who ruined entire companies before breakfast. My father’s cold, dangerous best friend. Rumored to have killed his wife—never proven, never cleared either. Everything about him radiated danger. “Daddy, you can’t be serious,” I tried.

Harry's casual demeanor faded away. "Do you know Peter Black?" I asked. "The infamous mafia boss and CEO of Black Group?" "Exactly." I shared everything I knew with Harry, including my mistakes. He understood my actions in the aftermath, but also acknowledged that this Peter Black seemed to be a significant figure, a typical mafia type. I mocked him, suggesting that if Black was truly typical and only used his fists, would Neil be in harm's way?

I have to be strong and end this make-believe fantasy world tonight! Without saying a word, Gabriel walked towards me and carried me bridal style to the couch. He sat down and placed me on his lap and turned me to face him. “Miss Bellatrix Willow, do you believe in love at first sight?” I answered, “No!” “Well, neither did I. To be quite honest, after my last relationship, I promised myself never to allow myself to feel anything again. I trained my heart to turn stone cold. I had random women warming my bed over the years, but I felt nothing! On that day, when I saw your picture in Ari’s room, I felt a warm sensation in my heart.I am not going to lie, as fearless as I am, that feeling scared

a servant announced. “Go, go see your father. We will talk later.” I followed the servant straight down the long, dim corridor and pushed open the door to his office without knocking. Richard Blackwood sat behind his desk, a tumbler of scotch resting beside his hand. He didn't look up immediately. He slowly flipped a page on a corporate ledger. I hated exactly how I resembled him. “The prodigal son decided to come back. Thought you wouldn’t come, even if you’re weeks late.” He sipped his scotch and finally looked up at me.

I finally whisper. An extremely long silence envelops the call. I can hear my father's restrained, heavy breathing. The name Sterling isn't just a name among our kind; it's a symbol of absolute authority. "Sterling?" Dad repeats the name with an inscrutable tone, a mix of shock and anger. "Rose, you've ventured into the dangerous territory!" Xavier Sterling is the most dangerous man on this continent. He is not helping you out of kindness. He must know who you are, and he wants your power!"