James Potter Sirius Black Novels & Stories

The supposed dead war hero was there to be judged by the body with charges of conspiracy and accomplice to the murder of Lord and Lady Potter, the murder of twelve muggles, the faking of his own death, and, believe it or not, being an unregistered animagus. During the trial, Madam Bones called for Sirius Black as a witness for the accusation. Heir Black entered the Wizengamot chambers on his own feets, took a seat in front of the Lords and Ladies that were present, and was questioned under the use of Veritaserum. The use of the most powerful truth serum was a request made by the man himself.

He ignores me, slitting his palm as he touch my temple "I, Eros Nathaniel Anathos, future Lord of the Black Cat Coven, reject you, Hermione Circe Crofus as my mate and future lady of my coven." A powerful force suddenly lifts me from the ground and throws me hardly to a wall. Black dots covers my vision... the last thing I heard was his retreating steps.

He rolls his eyes and states in an obvious tone, “So I can reject you, Violet. Look, you don’t know who I am and what I’m capable of. But I guarantee you that you deserve a better life than what I can provide. You deserve a life that isn’t so… complicated. So, tell me your last name and where you’re from so I can do the right thing and set you free.” Even though it was the thing that I had come to do, I can’t help but feel hurt by the fact that he doesn’t even want to try to be with me. He’s willing to give me up even though, based on what us werewolves believe, he’s supposed to be my soul mate. My other half, the one that the moon goddess herself deemed perfect for me. I press my lips toget

“You didn’t defeat the Beast.” “You healed it.” Before I could answer, a slow clap echoed through the Hall. James. Despite the blood staining his armor, he stood tall, a sinister smile returning to his face. “Remarkable.” His gaze moved between Wesley and me. “Love truly is the most unpredictable force.” Magnus stepped forward, lifting his battle axe. “Enough talking.” “This ends now.” James merely chuckled. “You still don’t understand.” He raised his hand toward the shattered ceiling. The shadows lingering in the Hall began to gather above him, swirling into a massive black sphere.

"I don't like the way of your thinking. At this point, your body will collapse in your first attempt to use magic. You were so weak before that you couldn't even breathe when you came in contact with that power unconsciously when you arrived here. Alright, let's do it that way! From tomorrow onwards, you'll go every morning to the Chief's house. I'll ask him to train you personally. When I judge that you are ready, then we can talk about using magic." "But..." "End of the conversation. Go out now. I want some silence to cook for lunch." Sirius lowered his head dejectedly as he proceeded to exit the hut. Before leaving, though, he seemed to remember something as he turned to look at the Great

The energy in the room was changing, it was cold at the beginning then turn to hot moments later when Shani poured the black potion into the pot. Then I was feeling the extreme pain all over my body, just like the first day I was sent down to hell. "Argghhh... ugghh....." She kept on chanting her words, my blood boiled inside me, my vision was blurry. I was gripping the table when my legs were having a hard time supporting my body. I tried to keep it all in, I didn't want to stop her from the ritual. She already glanced back and forth at me. But I looked into her eyes, somehow telling her that I was good and that she should hurry with the process.

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.

ARWYN POV Sir Sirius Black stood before me, his hopeful green eyes shimmering like dew-laden leaves in the morning sun. I found myself trapped between two impossible choices, each promising to crush me in its own way. Nearby, Thrystan was gently stroking the mane of his horse, his fingers moving with a deliberate calmness, yet his intense gaze was fixed on me, betraying his apparent nonchalance.

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.

Thinking it's a nice investment if I just show a little interest by investing. " Mr. Black." Harry calls my name. " I'm gonna think about your offer, Mr. Bart." I say, taking a sip from the glass of liquor he offered me. Fuck, whiskey. I don't drink whiskey. I take my eyes off the dance floor and glance at the dark liquid in this thick glass in my hand. I frown and stretch the glass to my guard who's been standing at a corner. He hurries to take the glass off my hand. " You don't like the drink?" Harry asks.