James Potter Sirius Black Novels & Stories

I warn, meaning it, at the same time trying not to show him how much of an effect Peyton has on me because I don't want her dead. "You're no fit for an Alpha, Killian. You're still that vulnerable boy who's scared shitless of his dad." Black says with a thick voice full of malice. These words cut deep through because the bastards know how to hit where it hurts. "Who are you?" I growl, my body invigorating for war. Because he sounds like someone close to me. Black stops heading towards Peyton's wolf who's taking fast gallops towards my side, then he shifts into his human form, stunning the shit out of my senses because the person who has made himself my enemy, is no other person than Harry He

I pushed the door open and stepped inside and the first thing I saw was him. Of course. Chance Black. Sitting at the far end of the bar, back straight, shoulders squared, one hand wrapped around a glass. He was dressed in black again. Always black. Sleeves rolled just high enough to show the edge of a tattoo, hair pushed back from his face, eyes sharp. I froze for half a second. Then I muttered under my breath. “Of course he’s everywhere I go.”

The garden had different species of flowers but the common ones were the black flowers Ava loved so much,they were planted by King Alarie himself. "They are so beautiful," Ava said touching the black flowers"Now that I think of it, you love black.Black roses, black carriages, black clothes and a mask, black snake. Everything is black." "Black is the real deal," Vador replied. "Then why aren't you the black lord," She said chuckling. Right there darkness took over Vador,in a second his hands were tightened around Ava's neck,his eyes were no longer red but a darker shade of red. "Don't you ever say that," he spat.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

And the color of the bulb remained a hazy black. Not even the elders had any idea. Well, truth be told, I already expected that results. Maybe I'm not cut out to be a magician in the first place. Visit novelB(i)n.NET to read, pls! I had to force myself on believing that the reason why I'm different than others was that I am special. Or is it what called as — self-redemption? Self-pitying? Or self encouraging? "..." Regardless... That hazy black...might also mean — I do not have affinity in any elements.

"It's all because of you!" Sirius aimed his wrath-filled gaze toward Charlotte and seethed, "You just had to attempt murder on Jim's two kids and killed that bitchy Roanne who you failed to control! We wouldn't have ended up like this! "I needed one week, just another week, and I'd be the only successor in the Quinn family. We'd be living like royalty by then, thriving in the limelight! It's all your fault!" Luna frowned as she listened to Sirius' rants, subconsciously turning to look at Granny Quinn at the far side. The elder's face was paler than the wall behind her. Perhaps Granny Quinn had never thought that Sirius was responsible for her gradually weakening body.

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?

Above him stood James. A black aura enveloped him, his body trembling as he chanted in a forgotten tongue. His hand hovered over Lykan’s chest, dark magic swirling like a serpent ready to strike. He was draining him. Using blood sorcery. Stealing his soul. Stealing his power.. STOP!!!! I screamed, my voice cracking the silence. James didn’t look at me, his eyes were completely black now, no iris, no whites just a pit of endless hunger and taste for power. Sophia rushed toward him, screaming. James! Don’t do it! You’ll kill him!

"Lock down the building. We have a Code Black." "Running won't save them," James sneered, his voice slurred and wet. His skin rippled between human and wolf. "I'll show you what real power looks like." Glass shattered as Alistair Blackthorn crashed through the window, landing in a defensive crouch. "Get them out! I'll handle this." "You don't understand," James snarled, his face contorting. "I did this for us, Olivia. To prove I could be worthy."

“Hunter Blackwood.” The fixer stiffened, a visible tremor running through his frame. “You… you think he’s involved, sir? We haven’t found a direct link, no shared communications.” “If I know that man, and I do, he’s already two steps ahead of whatever we’re doing,” James spat, a flicker of grudging respect mingling with his hatred. Hunter Blackthorne was his equal in ruthlessness, perhaps even his superior in strategic foresight. “He’s assembling evidence, lawyers, and he’s ready to burn me alive, just to protect her, or his own twisted sense of justice. Evelyn was always his weakness. And now she’s become his weapon.”