James Potter X Regulus Black Novels & Stories

Darren said, cutting me off. "What?" "I don't like Nutella." "Are you serious?" I asked, eyeing him incredulously. "No, I'm Darren. And I don't like Sirius Black, the dude's creepy." I just gave him a blank stare. "Who is Sirius Black?" I asked, scrunching my brows up in confusion. "Who would have that sort of a name?" "He's in Harry Potter," He said, shaking his head at me. "You wouldn't know." "Oh," I said. I only watched the first movie of the series and I didn't like it. So I didn't watch it's subsequent parts.

he finally asks, proving he’s not so easily caught by such an obvious ruse. “Where can I find the Regulus?” Stolas is startled at the name, a good sign I had caught the knowledge demon off-guard. He does not answer right away; instead, he closes his eyes and withdraws into himself. I cannot tell if it’s a trick of the lighting or whether the area around his chair grows darker. Finally, his eyes snap open and he answers.

“I can’t.” “You can’t explain?” Reginald suddenly gets up with a gun pointed at Ajax. “You fucking bastard!” He screams. “You’ve destroyed his hand!” “I have,” he replies coolly. No fear, no panic. In this moment, he looks just like Ezra. The resemblance uncanny, the posture just as firm. “Oh,” Reginald laughs bitterly. “I’m going to destroy you, AJ.” “It’s Ajax Jax.” My stomach drops, and everyone else’s jaw parts.

I conferred with Blaze once she sufficiently recovered and woke back up. We decided that Henry was trustworthy, so I told him everything. Aaron accepting my rejection of our mate bond, leaving him unconscious in the hospital, and stumbling upon the secret meeting between Father, Maximus, and Emma. Henry obviously already knows I can shift into my wolf, though neither of us knows why. Though I did leave out Blaze’s ability to wield shadows. We’re not sure we’ll ever share that with anyone. So I told Henry almost everything.

he groaned, scrambling out from under the bed. “This is James William Black, Prince of Eretria,” she finished, gesturing toward her brother before tilting her head. “You must be Mama’s lover?” Severus’s eyes widened in surprise. “What?” “Hildegard, we shouldn’t talk to strangers,” Eliza whispered urgently. “He’s not a stranger,” Hildegard rolled her eyes, taking a few steps closer. “We’ve heard a lot about you.” She smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. “You’re the Beta of the lycan army, aren’t you?”

"This power will kill you." "Not before I kill you." He lunged again, but this time I was ready. I sidestepped and brought my full weight down on his back, driving him into the ground. He rolled, claws extended, and caught me across the ribs. Pain exploded through my chest. I felt Lily's anguish through our bond, her helpless terror as she watched me bleed. *She's suffering because of us,* Lucas raged. *End this!* "I'm trying!" But James was beyond reason now. The dark magic had consumed whatever humanity he'd had left. He was a pure predator, driven by obsession and corrupted power.

The air between us crackled with five years of unfinished business. _*]:min-w-0"> "Welcome home, Scarlett," he said, voice rough as gravel. _*]:min-w-0"> James extended his hand, warm and genuine. "It's wonderful to finally meet you, Scarlett. Rachel talks about you constantly. I'm James Blackwood." _*]:min-w-0"> "Nice to meet you," I said automatically, shaking his hand while my brain tried to process. Blackwood. Blackwood "So you're..." _*]:min-w-0">

Anything! “I didn't think the worst; I saw it with my own fucking eyes. Do you expect me to be smiling and jumping when I'm with someone who can kill another person as if he were an animal?” She spat, looking at him in disbelief as tears streamed down her face. Alexa couldn't help it; she couldn't pretend to be okay with everything she found out today. Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore.

"You should consider my warning." Porter gives me a hard look. "Is that what you came here to say? Are you done?" "I didn't really mean to come here at all," I confess. I look up at the darkened house, all the lights off for the evening. "How is Aurora?" Porter chuckles. The next thing I know, he's tossed the shotgun aside and is taking a swing at me. I leap back, barely avoiding the blow. "You have no right to ask about my baby girl." He lunges at me again. This time he's easier to dodge. "After all you've done!"

My body buzzed from the alcohol and the orgasm. The music thumped and I let it pull me. My arms floated at the surface. My hips swayed. My wet shirt clung to my skin, see-through now, lace visible, nipples hard beneath the soaked fabric. I didn’t care. I felt hot. Wanted. And then I looked up. And froze. There, above the pool, leaning against the iron balcony railing with a drink in his hand, was him. Chance. Professor Black. His black shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show a glimpse of ink trailing down his chest. The sleeves were rolled, forearms tensed, veins tight.