Novel & Cerita James Sirius Potter

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.

Just then, words echoed in her mind—Mosgravia, RC, medication, Jameson Schmidt, and Sir. To put it bluntly, Jameson was nothing more than Sir's puppet in Cyrris, discarded after serving his purpose. With him defeated, there was no way Sir would abandon the market. He'd find someone new to take the reins. This wasn't the first time Jasper's life had been in danger, and Justin had never acted before. Yet, this time, he rushed back after Jasper took the medication. Not only that, he returned to the Beckett family—different. Was this a coincidence, or was he closely related to Sir and RC?

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.

Their weapons were trained on us, their faces cold and unyielding. Sirius stood under the harsh light, his gaze drifting upward to the night sky. For a long, unnerving moment, he seemed lost in thought, his expression unreadable. Then, his eyes snapped back to me, and a wide, charismatic grin spread across his face. "It's been a while since I was here!" he exclaimed, his voice booming through the ruined room. "Feels too good to be home!"

"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

When the leader of the Thunder Mountain Organization, James, saw that Lucas had returned, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. "I did nothing more than destroying the Sirius Dark Races," Lucas said slowly.