James Sirius Potter Novels & Stories

The bed shook as he rolled over on the mattress to grab his phone from the table. “It’s James.” James is a warlock from my coven. During Lillian’s reign he had protested her rule and her way of doing things, he even called her out on a few of her lies. As a consequence, he had to flee to the states because there had been too many attempts on his life. Now he was under our employ, as the Chief Executive Officer of our foundation.

Now he was older, slower, only a fraction of the man he had once been. Sirius had held at least the rank of squad commander within the Dracobsidian Guard. The slap landed before Robert even registered the movement. His skull rang. Then he hit the floor. By the time he realized what had happened, the beating had already begun.

She poked her round little head out from behind me and asked curiously, "Are you the James my mommy always talks about? The super, super amazing one who knows everything and taught lots and lots of great students?" James looked down at her. His beard twitched in a way that was almost comical. "She... is your daughter?" "Yeah." I quickly nodded, gently pushing Lily in front of him. Behind me, the most energetic male wolf couldn't hold back and chimed in excitedly, "Professor! The steps for that experiment—she completed them perfectly!" James froze for a second. Without even glancing at me, he walked straight past us toward the whiteboard. I watched his steps in confusion. He looked perfectly

“We didn’t believe her until she started sending pictures of you holding a dangerous potion. She said that you wanted to use your depression as a mask to take over the company. She also told us the exact date you planned on killing our father and despite how we tried to save him, he still died that day” My jaw dropped, staring at him in utter disbelief, trying to wrap my head around what was happening when something popped up in my head. The potion. It was a healing potion and Susan was the one who bought it for me. She said that it would heal my broken heart and kill my depression. But when I was about to take the potion,it slipped off my fingers and fell to the ground. “Potion!” “Yes! A de

"Find a loophole and fix what you have done!" He commanded the fat dirty mess to reverse a spell he performed. "As I said you over grown lizard, it is on him to remember. I'm not a witch I deal with actual magic." James held the dirty trash in the air, he was ready to take this parasite out of its misery. "Wait. Spare my life an I will tell you a secret." "Right now you have more to lose than I do." It laughed its teeth brown, its breath foul and intent clear.

"We'll get Liam and Maya before Steven even knows what's happening. We'll hit tonight. Just us two." James hesitated. "Are you sure? It will be risky. The wizard Ivan is still with them, and he's powerful." I mocked. "Afraid of dying?" James let out a bitter laugh. "Only people who have something to live for are scared of dying," he told me. "Unfortunately, I don't fit the bill." I met his gaze. "I'm not scared either. And we have an advantage—Liam still cares about me. He won't let me die."

Maybe hoarseness. Sirius folded his arms, eyeing me carefully despite the cool disassociation of his voice. “Not what you expected?” he drawled. I forced myself to meet his eyes, drawing my gaze up from the counter only to meet his chest. I kept going, my neck craning. He was taller than I had ever imagined, nearly seven feet tall–no wonder, gauging the size of his wolf form. Continuing to trail up the crisp linen button-up he wore, noting his massive forearms. Goddess, he was bigger than Justin! His dress shirt was tucked into creased dress pants, up over the open collar, revealing pale, nearly paper-white skin, then to his eyes. His very golden eyes. Alight and bright, keen and seeking, hi

Gunny said, leading the man out of the room. Once the door closed Wyatt and James began laughing. “Jack?” Sirius asked with a grin. “As in gay human, Jack?” “The very same,” James confirmed. “Actually,” Wyatt clarified, “the gay human that’s mated to a werecat.”

I didn't want to; I could do nothing but stay there until night. Freya is a good woman, fun to talk to and always full of knowledge. We stayed until dinner and if Phoenix and I were just going to face each other, I wouldn't get tired of it so my eyes hurt. Sirius is a bubbly, little kid. He's handsome, I can't believe Arrow is the father, that explains the uncanny resemblance of the kid and Phoenix! Because his brother's son! Wearing a sparkly little black dress, I stared at myself in the mirror. I smiled big as I straightened my curly hair.

Mom looked at me with sadness in her eyes and I wondered if there was something she was trying to hide from me. This was what most people did: judge someone by how they look. Sirius Black looked like a criminal that everyone believed him to be. The first time they met, with his gaunt, sunken face, waxy skin, yellow teeth, and long, matted hair, even Harry said that Sirius reminded him of what a corpse might look like. While Peter Pettigrew looked like someone who wouldn't hurt a fly. But in the end, Peter was the one who had betrayed James, his own best friend. Looks can be really deceiving.