Novel & Cerita Severus Black

I smile. “You too.” Callie smiles back. “Your locker...” He starts. “It’s the locker of the actual devil himself, Killian Saunders.” He explains. “Who is this dude? Why is everyone asking me if he’s my brother?” I snap. “We cannot mention him who shall not be named on school grounds Trey!” Callie shrieks. “Callie, he needs to know like everyone else here.” He replies calmly. “Apparently according to his detailed description he looked a lot like you but with black hair and blue eyes. You even have his dress sense.” He adds.

Her back slammed against the wall; cracks spidered out from the impact. Zevran swore and moved fast—too fast for human sight. One arm braced the wall beside her head, the other pressed against her sternum, fingers splayed over the mark that now blazed through her skin. “Listen to me,” he said, voice low and sharp. “If you lose control, this fortress will collapse.” “I can’t—control—it!” Her eyes glowed pure gold. The seal under her skin pulsed in rhythm with the black moon above, the same dark energy he’d sworn to bury centuries ago.

I volunteered, ready to delve into the abyss of his past, to confront the darkness that had sculpted him into a harbinger of suffering. The room, where the interrogation unfolded, bore witness to the tension that crackled in the air. Dr. Severon sat there, an enigmatic figure shackled by his own choices, his eyes a window to a past that held the key to his transformation. I met his gaze with a mixture of determination and empathy, my voice a steady current as I embarked on a journey into the depths of his psyche. "Why, Dr. Severon?" I began, my words laced with a subtle undercurrent of compassion. "What could have driven a healer, a beacon of hope, down this treacherous path? And why does yo

I have to be strong and end this make-believe fantasy world tonight! Without saying a word, Gabriel walked towards me and carried me bridal style to the couch. He sat down and placed me on his lap and turned me to face him. “Miss Bellatrix Willow, do you believe in love at first sight?” I answered, “No!” “Well, neither did I. To be quite honest, after my last relationship, I promised myself never to allow myself to feel anything again. I trained my heart to turn stone cold. I had random women warming my bed over the years, but I felt nothing! On that day, when I saw your picture in Ari’s room, I felt a warm sensation in my heart.I am not going to lie, as fearless as I am, that feeling scared

groaned Lycus Lewis in his mind. Albus looked around the room and did not find the scepter containing The Heart of Magic. Albus's heart pounded. He approached Lycus Lewis, who was in a state of death. Albus tore off Lycus Lewis's shirt. He could see that tendrils of black energy were almost filling Lycus Lewis's chest. Once his chest was perfectly black, his heart would explode and shatter. Lycus Lewis was dying.

We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the path we choose to act on. That's who we really are. ~Sirius Black, Order of the phoenix •• Marwan was tired, like fall-down-on-the-bed-and-never-wake-up-till-the-next-week kinda tired.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

She totally cancelled any public appearance or interactions with Damian, giving off she's totally done vibe, to attract severin. Just gone. By morning, whispers had begun. By evening, Severin was watching. --- Severin Blackwood thrived on timing. He sat in his private study, glass of brandy in hand, city lights reflecting off polished wood and inherited arrogance. The reports laid before him were exactly what he had predicted. Arielle lawson: absent. Damian Blackwood: isolated. Board confidence: wavering. He smiled. “About time,” he murmured. Graham’s updates had slowed, sloppy, even. Severin took it as a sign of desperation, not caution. He had always believed himself the sharper blade.

But when Selene stared at him, he followed their teacher. "OHH MYYY..." The whisper of the girls created a bee's sound around the classroom as they saw the hidden treasure behind that black hoodie jacket. "Severus D'First. That's my name. Don't ask where I came from because I'm not interested in answering that." Severus spoke coldly and he looked at the students emotionless. The pupils of his eyes looked like a shiny raven's feather. His shaggy eyebrows and small red lips made him so handsome. His full face was blessed with attraction matched with some hair that blocked his face.