Sirius/hermione Novels & Stories

He needs to let go of what happened to his brother Julius Artemis to get back in track. We are already familiar with Helion Mary. A black beret. The strongest female lead and the first Null to get three stars within the space of few months. We are also familiar with Waters Sylver AKA Mercury. A black beret. Very observant with her environment and has a sharp statistical sense of reasoning.

He could hear the lock move into place from the outside. Her greyed hair though scanty, frail, and dirty stood on end. Her eyes gleamed brightly and her mouth rasped out its breath, it smelled like the rotten stench and it filled the room. Her face had grown hideous but a smirk seemed misplaced. Her skull can be seen outlined by the thin coats of flesh. Transfixed by an unknown force, Sergie gasped in startled pain as he realized with horrified horror that he was held by an invisible hand on the neck. It carried him up in the air, he seemed to be levitating. His eyes grew wide as she struggled to free himself.

i inform "Wow your a witch huh so cool I've never met another supernatural species before" izzy says with a girly squeal "Hi im Isabella black but you can call me izzy I'm also alessandro's aunt, its nice to meet you sage i think we'll make great friends. She says "Hi Izzy I'm Sage harper" sage replies

Arnoux sighed then looked at the girl. "So, do you need help?" Alexis asked. "Just help me to meet her." Zylo answered. Alexis stood up the went towards the girl. "Hello, miss..." The girl looked at her and smiled. Alexis sat down beside the girl. "I'm Alexis Ophelia De Luca and you are...?" "I'm Lerentia Sirius. Nice to meet you too, Alexis." They shook hands. "I know that this kinda weird but, may I know if you have a boyfriend?" Alexis asked.

Serena fell silent. “Serena, can you hear my voice? Serena, you are safe. Remember, nothing can harm you as you relive these memories.” Serena abruptly started talking again. “I will not, cannot give you my gift of regeneration.” She paused, as though listening to someone else speak. “I am Sirona, Goddess of Healing, I cannot die. I am immortal.” Another pause. “I choose death, and when my soul returns, I shall have my life renewed while yours rots in the ground with maggots feasting on your flesh! Ahh!”

“Longer, miss. I’ve worked here as his housekeeper for the last five years. I’ll get you water!” “Oh, what’s your name?” I asked, liking her chatty nature. I could make friends with her and get to know a lot about my captor! “Stella Hawkes! I know you’re Hermione Averoff!” I gasped at the way she pronounced my full name. I hated it. “Please call me Hera. I hate my full name!” “Why? It’s so exotic, a symbol of intelligence in our era! Hermione was the daughter of the Greek messenger God, Hermes. I’m sure you know that already!”

She didn't draw her face either when she drew herself on the walls having sex with the man. "Sapphire, I have to read this to you," Scarlette said seriously. "The owner of this book had a friend who is addressed as Witch in this diary and she fell in love with a man called Sirius. They were madly in love but the owner of this book was envious and wanted Sirius for herself. She hated her friend and she's a granddaughter of Selene, a goddess," "Fuck," the picture dropped from my hand. A goddess curse? Is that why the curse is so strong?

he whispered “This is exactly what I’ll do to that baby was it’s born and I get my hands on the filthy thing” ~~~ Far away from the forest, in a dark room, Hermoine stood alone. Her eyes were locked on a large monitor in front of her, showing a live feed of the feast. She had found a way to hack into the pack’s hidden cameras. She watched Elena smile. She watched Salvatore lean close to her. Hermoine’s hands clenched into fists. “I should’ve been Luna,” she whispered. “That should’ve been me.” Her chest burned with hate. She grabbed a glass bottle beside her and smashed it against the floor. Then another. Then another.

Her dark lipstick was highlighted as though she wanted to look tough which she was… The strange woman raised her hand before fisting it into a punch, ceasing every rogue from attacking our men above. “Let me introduce myself,” she began, a smirk playing at one corner of her lips. “I’m Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft… and also, Selene’s sworn enemy.” Recognition dawned on me that this woman was the same woman we’d heard talking to Levi. What the hell? If this Goddess was in love with Levi then who exactly was Levi?

“Good girl. Breathe for me. I’m here.” Her green eyes— I hadn’t anticipated they would be green—find mine. Disoriented, frightened, full of questions. But she breathes. Exactly as I instructed. “You’re safe,” I continue. “Do you know who I am?” Her lips move. “What star is that?” she whispers, looking toward the window where Sirius is invisible in the gray Boston sky. This time, I know how to answer. “Sirius. The brightest. Always to the north.” The green eyes return to me, and there is recognition there—or the desperate need of a castaway finding any anchor at all.