James Sirius Potter Novels & Stories

Stephen commanded, his eyes once again locked onto me as he ignored Sofia’s soft sobs of pain. “Why sir?” I asked softly. “Because you are MY prisoner and I will not have anything other than all of your respect.” He explained harshly, slamming his hand on the desk. I jumped, thinking carefully before I began to speak. “why does James call you sir? Is he your prisoner too?” Stephen shook his head, “No he is not a prisoner. He calls me sir out of respect because I am his superior.” “I see.” I muttered. So James wasn’t the man in charge, this guy was. Did he run the whole facility?

James immediately prevented the old woman who turned out to be a witch from getting back into the little hut there. "Please. I really need help from you now. I want to get my girlfriend back from Xavier Hayes. I wish I could have Sophia Reese again and forever. I also want to have the Blood Moon Pack as soon as possible. I need your help to cast me a spell or whatever... and I'll pay you pretty good money. As long as you give me that favor.” James was still trying to plead with that old witch right there now.

"Then whe have no other choice but to meet Mr James." "You realise that you are talking about the royal sorcerer." Bailewick said. "The same person who turned the king into a flamingo after getting a spell wrong. Ever since that Incident, your father only trusted the queen with magic and only kept James because he is a legacy." "I'm sure he could do it." Zephyra said. "He is the son of the great Selsis the exceptional. He could do anything." "And by it you mean what exactly?" "Turn us into sea dwellers."

Amidst this golden light, he moved as lightly as a swallow, contending with various Supernatural Powers from Gladwin, not falling behind. Just as they were fiercely engaged in battle, the Celestial Sages walked in slowly with James. With James’ appearance, all the super powerhouses and Grand Patriarchs in the hall cast strange glances at him simultaneously. “Come here, Little James.” Lady Herodias smiled and stood up, waving at him. Yegor also stood up and smiled. “You’re a bit late, James.” James bowed to them. Then, he stepped onto the red carpet step by step under the gazes of the powerhouses and Grand Patriarchs.

"I don't like the way of your thinking. At this point, your body will collapse in your first attempt to use magic. You were so weak before that you couldn't even breathe when you came in contact with that power unconsciously when you arrived here. Alright, let's do it that way! From tomorrow onwards, you'll go every morning to the Chief's house. I'll ask him to train you personally. When I judge that you are ready, then we can talk about using magic." "But..." "End of the conversation. Go out now. I want some silence to cook for lunch." Sirius lowered his head dejectedly as he proceeded to exit the hut. Before leaving, though, he seemed to remember something as he turned to look at the Great

"I was." "Not Sirius Black?" "No, Sirius Black was just a decoy. To give James' home an additional layer of protection, Sirius convinced James to change the keeper of the secret to an unsuspecting person and he would act as the secret keeper to attract the focus from the actual keeper, me." "How would you describe your wand?" "Short and brown, chestnut wood with a dragon heartstring core, 9¾ inches long." "Who is the owner of the bone white wand?" "The Dark Lord."

One stupid woman even said she would willingly give herself to him and make babies with him if he just gave her a glance. I also found out that he was the infamous Morgan Wright, the CEO of Wright Corporation and the heir to the Wright Empire. Before my uncle finished making his call, the whispers around me had already given me a vague impression of the handsome man, and I had also come to the conclusion; he was an arrogant jerk.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”