Severus Black 소설 & 이야기

Watching her embrace her innocence so fully feels like healing a wound I didn’t even know I carried. Sebastian, on the other hand, is her complete opposite. Quiet, serious, and intensely focused, he’s already showing signs of brilliance that sometimes scare me. I often wonder if it’s his father’s genes that make him this way—distant and calculating, even at such a young age. Under the tutelage of my sisters, he’s excelled in a variety of subjects far beyond his age. His latest fascination is with computers, and Rose has hinted that he’s already been assisting with missions requiring technological expertise.

She was sitting with her back against the wall, knees pulled up, watching the room the same way I was. Taking inventory. Reading exits. She'd been doing that more since the bell. "She hasn't eaten," Ronan said quietly. "I know." "You going to do something about it?" "No." He took another bite of his apple. "Right." I looked away from her. Looked back. She was still staring at the wall opposite her like she was working through something she hadn't finished yet. The common room door opened. Severus walked in with four Ferox trainees behind him like a wall of bad decisions. He scanned the room slowly, the way he always did, not looking for a threat, looking for the highest-value target.

She realized Severus was the most despicable person of all, likely having even used Brice to achieve his goals. "Nonsense! I won't waste words with you," Severus said, immediately denying the accusation. "Father, make your decision. Don't disappoint me," he said with a thinly veiled threat. He was confident that with his overwhelming power, he would crush Henry no matter what. The Stokes brothers or Preston could easily eliminate Henry and everyone with him. Robert nodded and said calmly, "Wait a moment." He then walked forward to Henry and whispered, "Harry, Severus is powerful, and he's backed by many powerful figures, especially the Stokes brothers from the Heartless Clan, who are compara

Nico retorted. “Tell us your name, your pack, and why did you go feral?” If we keep him inside our sanctuary, we should at least be sure that he will not attack any of us anytime soon. Or, we can just pump some silver into his veins. He scowls after drinking the tea in one go, then ruefully shakes his head. “My name is Sebastian Black, and you can call me Seb. I’m afraid I cannot tell you more than that,” he declared.”

"They're no match for you, so it'd be best if you avoid getting involved in this fight. I'll handle them." "Elder Severin! Please retreat! Terry is now a level two royal saint! You won't be able to beat him!" Heidi begged Severin to retreat, fearing for what might happen to the sect if he were to meet his demise. As the main person responsible for finding the miniature black tower and a fourth-grade high-rank alchemist at that, Severin's death would be a tremendous blow to the sect.

Instantly, all eyes shifted from me to the newcomer. The warriors and the small crowd of onlookers immediately turned and bowed deeply as the man approached. Lifting my eyes, I saw a young man with an air of undeniable charisma. His spiky brunette hair, square jaw, and deep blue eyes exuded a quiet strength. Despite his imposing presence, I found it hard to believe he could be the Dark Lord. Beside him stood a younger boy, whose face seemed like it had been meticulously sculpted to perfection, radiating a similar aura of authority.

Sebastian. Tall, imposing, and dressed in a black suit that clung to his sculpted frame like it had been stitched onto him by the devil himself. The sight of him was enough to make the world still. His stormy grey eyes, darkened by something more than just anger, locked onto Lucas’s hand wrapped around my wrist. No words left his mouth—but he didn’t need to speak. His silence was louder than a thunderstorm. It screamed danger. It screamed mine. The fury rolling off him was so intense, I could practically feel the heat radiating from his body. My pulse quickened, my chest rising and falling faster than it should have. Something primal flared behind those eyes. Rage, yes—but something deeper.

My teacher ran towards me and tried to control my body as the seizure took hold. Aliyah held me down, but more vision was coming assaulting my senses. I looked up, and I saw people around me. Every one of them was consumed by fire. All my classmates and the school were burning up. The big dark shadows with dark wings were pulling down everyone to the fire. It was like a bonfire of people. Then, I saw him walking towards me. His blue eyes are full of anger. He is coming for me with the bloodied sword in his hand. I scream and run as far away from him.

"We're just waiting for one final attendee." I barely looked up. "Of course." The door behind me opened. Footsteps echoed across the room. Strong. Unhurried. Confident. For reasons I couldn't explain, every hair on my arms stood up. The room fell strangely quiet. Someone beside me stood. "Good morning, Mr. Blackwood." My heartbeat stopped. Slowly... Very slowly... I turned around. And there he was. Ethan. Seven years had changed him. He looked broader. More mature.