James Potter Sirius Black Novels & Stories

His coat was long black leather, fastened with obsidian clasps that pulsed with a sick kind of magic. His presence was… wrong. Not like Sariyah’s. Hers was cold and ancient seeming inevitable. His felt like a trap. One that was drawing me closer with every heartbeat. “You really thought you could defy her and live?’ His low voice purred. “Cute.” “Who the hell are you?” I asked my voice raw and barely able to sound more than a whisper. He gave a mocking bow. “Orion St.James, at your service.” I looked past him, the entire square was empty now except for the ashes she left behind in the shape of sigils on the ground.

James, the leader of the Thunder Mountain Organization, was greatly puzzled. Not only James, but the others were also very confused. "Didn't I tell you just now that I'll be heading to the Sirius Dark Races soon?" "What?" Everyone from the Thunder Mountain Organization was shocked. They originally thought that Lucas was just joking, but now it seemed that Lucas did mean his words. "Senior, are you really going to the Sirius Dark Races?" "Is there anything wrong with that?" "But..." James looked at Lucas, saying, "But senior, the Sirius Dark Races is very powerful."

I bark. Sirius looks taken aback by my outburst. "Easy there, buddy. I just thought it was unusual for you to invite someone from another pack to our party." I take a deep breath, trying to calm down. "It's a long story. She is blackmailing me, so now I have to pretend to be her mate." Sirius's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Blackmailing you? That takes balls. What does she have on you?"