Sirius Black X Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I say hesitantly. “Sup dude? How’s life on the dark side?” Xane blurts out. “Don’t be a douchebag.” Donnie buts in. “It’s fine Donnie. Life couldn’t be worse, couldn’t be better.” I huff. “Cool.” Xane laughs. “Show him the mask for the game we are playing later!” Alex chuckles. “Sure. Plain white mask, black hoodie and Dead Man’s Woods. We’re going to play manhunt.” Donnie says with a smile.

"I have no intention of harming you," Harry clarifies, face soured by the thought. "I would never harm a pregnant Omega, much less you, carrying the last line of Black." "My child will never be part of your sick twisted shit," Ariadne hisses. "You can go f*ck yourself." Harry laughs, eyes sparkling as if Ariadne had just complimented his pinstripe suit. "God, you're perfect. Like a lily, a perfect Madonna Lily," Harry says, and it causes Ariadne to nearly vomit.

Their hands were placed on their chest, still thinking back to how Alex violently killed everyone. The final skill that he performed, the furnace of forbidden spells, was mind-boggling. None of them had ever heard of this power. They were simply confused with the entire situation. In the end, they all turned to look at Hermione. “Is he really your master’s husband? As in that goddess’ husband?” “Who is he then? Is he really some superhuman from ancient times?” Hermione waved both her hands. “Don’t ask me. I can’t tell you anything. I can only say that the sect master’s daughter of the Sun Shrine gave Sir ten billion spiritual stones.”

“All signs point there.” “Surely they can’t be more powerful than you three?” Sophie asked. “We hope not,” Magi murmured. “But this is black magic. It was never meant for this world.” “Then the swamps it is,” Xavier said. “Once it’s done, we strike the hunter's base, should be an easy enough target if their attack is anything to go by” That jolted Sophie. Jax and Lucian would be there. But so would others, good people. Her first friend Shiloh, and Old Man Harris.

But he didn’t look like he had been asking if I wanted to do it. My father stood from his desk, palms flat on the wood. “Aurora. I messaged him already. He’s expecting you tomorrow morning.” My stomach dropped to the center of the earth. Damian Blackwood. The man CEOs feared. The man who ruined entire companies before breakfast. My father’s cold, dangerous best friend. Rumored to have killed his wife—never proven, never cleared either. Everything about him radiated danger. “Daddy, you can’t be serious,” I tried.

Silas laughed, a jarring, mechanical sound echoed by the twelve possessed board members. The high-tech particle accelerators surrounding the ritual circle hummed louder, the air growing heavy with the metallic tang of ozone and the stench of the Abyss. "Five minutes, Blackwood," Silas sneered, tapping his temple. "Five minutes until New York becomes the new capital of the Dark Dimension. Your archaic sword cannot stop the convergence of science and sorcery." Killian didn't reply with words. He adjusted the cuff of his Tom Ford suit, twisted the hilt of his flaming broadsword, and unleashed a low, vibrating growl that shattered the expensive crystal decanters on the side table.

"We've been coordinating with allied packs to establish a security cordon around the entire Blackthorne territory." I nodded, grateful for their foresight. "And the sacred grounds themselves?" "The Priestess has already dispatched a team of her acolytes to begin preliminary purification rituals," Alpha Maxwell replied. "They'll prepare the convergence point for the binding spell you and Lucious will perform during the eclipse."

18 + VERY, VERY, VERY STRONG KINKY, DIRTY, FREAKY, NASTY FUCK SCENE AHEAD. CHAPTERS 46 AND 47 WILL BE HELLFIRE HOT. SO FOR ALL YOU HALO WEARING LASSES AND LADS, PLEASE SKIP THOSE TWO CHAPTERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU'VE BEEN MOTHERFUCKING WARNED.

Harry's casual demeanor faded away. "Do you know Peter Black?" I asked. "The infamous mafia boss and CEO of Black Group?" "Exactly." I shared everything I knew with Harry, including my mistakes. He understood my actions in the aftermath, but also acknowledged that this Peter Black seemed to be a significant figure, a typical mafia type. I mocked him, suggesting that if Black was truly typical and only used his fists, would Neil be in harm's way?

He stuttered, "What on earth is going on?" Noticing that Finn was no longer in pain, Larissa felt slightly relieved. "It's just as you see. Someone has cast black magic on you, which made you delirious!" Josie crumpled to the ground as she watched Larissa lift the black magic from Finn. She mumbled, "That isn't possible. Isn't black magic supposed to be forever unliftable?" Larissa sneered, "Forever? With what you've done to Finn, he wouldn't even survive past a year!