Sirius/hermione Novels & Stories

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

She couldn't have been older than seventeen, eyes open in horror from the wound that had split nearly half of her head. I had approached at the right time, missing nothing as the three young people standing around the body began to speak. I noticed instantly that one was the Game Master. In every memory or version magic conjured up of him, he was always cloaked. From the hair of spun gold and eyes of the clearest waters, I recognized the second person as Nadia. Her hands were brought up to her mouth, and diamond tears trickled down the soft panes of her rosy cheeks.

Theodore questioned, and immediately Liara’s eyes widened when she realized who could help her in this situation. “I know who can answer this question. Why didn’t I think about her before?” With this, she quickly stood up to wear some decent clothes. She threw a polo t-shirt at Theodore, who wore it without questioning her as long as she was taking him with her. “We are going to meet one of my family members. I mean, she is Steve’s cousin. So, we are not really related.” “Okay. But who is she?” Theodore asked. “I have to visit Scarlett Hecate Wright,” Liara told her ring. “She is one of the strongest witches in the whole world; also, she is the reincarnation of the first witch of the world.”

I shook in fear as she stalked closer to me. Saoirse stood by my side, her presence a comforting anchor amidst the brewing storm. She moved forward, her voice composed but commanding, sensing the tension. "Apologies, goddess haiti." Saoirse's words pierced the stillness like a blade as they hung in the air. Goddess Haiti's eyes wavered, melting into uncertainty as they passed between you and Saoirse. Her hair was fiery orange, and her eyes were auburn. I could guess she was also a goddess of the sun.

New characters emerged, each with their own unique insights and abilities. One such character was Sirus, a reclusive scholar rumored to have deciphered ancient texts that held the key to the impending catastrophe. His abode was a remote tower nestled in the heart of an enchanted forest. The heroes ventured into this mystical woodland, guided by the faint glimmers of arcane symbols that marked the path.

that rippled… “Something wrong?” he asked. She shook her head. “No.” But the look he gave her said he knew otherwise. Then, quieter—gentler, he said, “Tell me about her.” “Who?” “Your wolf. What is she like?” Of all things she hadn’t expected him to ask that. She hesitated, pulled her lips thin, then said, “She’s impatient. Quick to bite and sometimes…moody.” “So like you.” A snort escaped her. “Can’t be compared.” He said nothing. “She’s smarter for what it is,” Saeris admitted, a bit ruefully. “Edgier. Like she knows something I don’t. At one point she was changing me. If you think we’re alike, then she’d make me so.” A long pause. Then softly— “What’s her name?” “Sirius.”

The woman says, smiling cunningly. She’s the first to mention Selene, with most avoiding even mentioning, let alone hinting at her. Almost as if she simply did not exist or, as Soren has told us, dare not speak of her as it is forbidden. Yet here is a woman, not caring about that. With her long black hair, a jewelled star embedded in the centre of her forehead, and steel-grey eyes, I knew who she was before she had even introduced herself. Hecate herself.

“I heard “then she stops dead in her tracks looking at this transformation before us. Is... Is that Amara? Thalia asks, shocked. Amara stands on her back legs. Proud and tall. Her aura dominates. It makes us all fight to bow to her. Black my Lycan dances in my head wanting to shift and mate her. “I am Skadii, daughter of the moon goddess. Bringer of light and justice. Ruler of all lycans and wolves” Her diplophonia voice boomed through the air, taking our breathes away. The night sky rumbled at her appearance. Her aura pushing against us all. Making even my father and other have no choice but to bow. She looks down at us all. Standing at least 7 and a half feet tall. “Mate” Black says in my

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

her room, and we agreed to meet up later once she took some rest. "It's Bella, right?" Gabriel asked me as we walked towards his room. I just nodded a yes. "Is it short for Isabella?" No, my name is Bellatrix," I answered. "Wow, that's a beautiful name. Your name is from the Latin word meaning Female Warrior." What is this guy, a braniac or walking encyclopedia? I had no clue about the meaning behind my name. I just knew that my grams had named me. "Thanks for the compliment, but honestly, I never took the time to look up the meaning of the name my grams chose for me," I told him shyly. "We're here, I hope this room meets your satisfaction. Give me a shout if there is anything you need," I