Hermione Sirius Ao3 Novels & Stories

"Why the sudden urgency? It's been so long since the war ended. What’s brought sirens back into your focus?" I exchanged another look with Kieran, sensing the cautious anticipation in his stance. "We’ve found a mate as you know," I told Marcus plainly. “Briar…she's a siren hybrid—half wolf, half siren. And her power is waking." Marcus froze for a moment, his eyes widening further, recognition flickering faintly across his face. "Oh my, wait…my goodness my brain isn't working right. Your Luna is an hybrid?" "Yes she is" Kieran said, his tone sharper now, urgency bleeding through. "You helped us track her years ago, remember? After that night—when we first met her."

In the grip of anger, Ahil had forcefully draw her closer, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like he had submerged himself in the abyss of her profound, ebony eyes. It wasn't just a gaze; it was as if her eyes wielded a magical force, slowly entrancing him.

CHAPTER 149 SEBASTIAN’S POV “What?....what is it?” I asked in desperate curiosity, eager to know the contents of the letter that left him in such a devastated state. “It’s from Hermes’s sister, Hera,” he uttered, rebuffed as he momentarily looked at the me and letter. “What did she say?” My curiosity peaked as I took a step closer to him. He looked into the letter. “She says that Hermes kidnapped a pregnant slave named Brianna Campbell and…”

But the looming golden eyes that he fixed on me had me unsteady, despite being seated. His next words were slow and careful as he watched me react. “Mistra may be at a loss as to why I came out this way, but I can assure you she has told me enough about her own son to know that whatever happened to him also happened to me.” My body shivered, my flesh crawling with every word of his unwelcome suggestion, willing my body not to give away anything. “I also know Mistra well enough to know she really has no idea what happened to me,” Sirius went on smoothly, admiring his nails as if he just had them polished, breaking his stare as if suddenly disinterested.

Sirius didn't speak to command them but the look in his eyes was enough to command his servants. The male and female bodyguards who happened to hear Ashley's moans and cry lowered their heads or turned their faces away so Sirius couldn't see that their red faces was blushing. The girl's voice is very sweet and melodious. Like a beautiful melody that ignites lust. Like fresh water for a dry throat. They want it! Of course they were forbidden to have wanted Mr. Sirius' favorite girl. That girl was different from the others. She is Miss Brown herself. They would lose their lives very tragically if they touched a strand of the girl's hair.

’ Sirius knew he was in the wrong and immediately apologized to the King, ‘Forgive me, Your Highness, when the Goddess Mated me to a Lioness she really should have given me instructions on how to her handle her. I am sorry, you are right. I will find her and beg her forgiveness and hopefully, she will accept me as her Mate and come home to Wales with me.’ Aslan pulled Sirius into a hug, ‘You will work it out Lycanthrope, she is worth the fight I promise you. You will win her, it is plain you are meant to be together, unfortunately, you have to make her see it.’

Alex said, “Look at you, gnashing your teeth with that expression like you’re trying to eat me alive. What’s wrong? Didn’t your master inform you that I’m her husband?” Hermione was infuriated. “Nonsense!” Dorothy... Alright, it was Xienna Stoermer. That was the goddess in Hermione’s mind, an existence as great as the sky. Xienna was faith itself to her, so how could she allow someone else to slander Xienna? Alex’s words touched her sore point. “You deserve to die for blaspheming my master!” Hermione shouted angrily and was about to draw her sword at Alex, trying to take his life.

He says in her ear, with his typical arrogant smirk on his face. And it's truly, not the threat itself that makes Astrid agree, but that sparkle of excitement in his eyes that makes her believe he wants her to say no. "Fine." She looks away, as her face gets red. "But I don't want to talk to him." "He's not allowed to address a member of my harem first, so if you don't initiate, he won't either." Sirius, The Lord of the South. One of the bastards that thinks it's okay to drag people out of their homes, murder their families and send them as "gifts" like they are some objects you can play with.

"Hell has no fury like a woman scorned." That’d been my mantra since the mating ritual during the last full moon. The night Higan Sinclair unleashed the full extent of his hatred for me. He held nothing back, and even the blind could sense it. I’ve cried, cursed—and cried again, but that was just the extent of my fury, the only release I could afford myself. Higan Sinclair was untouchable, the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, while I was nothing more than an Omega—a lowly rank that didn’t even warrant his acknowledgment, let alone his respect.

“Not before I finish this experiment. You see, this Silvermoon poison was created to draw out the deepest instincts of a wolf. And what could be more beautiful than watching your Luna turn into a savage creature who recognizes no one, not even you.” Sweat and poison mingled on Sienna’s skin, releasing a hot, metallic scent. Her half-open eyes found mine through the haze. “Liam?” Her voice was hoarse. “I’m here, my Luna.” Darius gave a signal from behind. Our two Betas moved into position on the left and right. But before we could advance, two rogue wolves lunged at us, claws slicing through the air. I twisted away, then drove a punch into one’s chest, sending him crashing into a metal drum.