Sirius Potter Novels & Stories

I wouldn't deny that I was taken aback for a minute. Their height appeared to be the only similarity they had. The one in the middle was African American, the one at the left had a full head of blonde hair, while the one at the right had dark black hair, and he wore glasses, maybe trying to be James Bond. The mafia's James Bond. "The Dark lord instructed us to escort you to your dressing room, where you are meant to pack your bags," said the Mafia James Bond, his voice deep, as expected from his height. It wouldn't make sense if a man as tall as him would sound like SpongeBob freaking SquarePants.

"Not all vampires can do it—only five of us in the entire Vampire Kingdom have the ability. The rest rely on speed." Aurora stared at him, trying to process this new revelation, but her mind struggled to focus. "Shouldn’t you at least wait until you’re sober?" she asked hesitantly, a flicker of uncertainty creeping into her voice. A slow, predatory smirk spread across his face as he leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her skin. "No," he said simply. "If I wait until I’m sober, I’ll still devour you, but I might hesitate—just a little. And that would be such a shame, wouldn’t it?"

‘My apologies for disturbing you Sir’ Jack saluted smartly and I sat beside him, ‘Private, why are you here with Sirius? The General looked surprised and then shocked as Jack explained why he was there, ‘Sirius and I will be working together from now on, he needs a handler who understands him and I am that person. We are now a team and it is time you put us to work, Sirius is special he has been developed as an aid to the British Military it is imperative

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.

He says in her ear, with his typical arrogant smirk on his face. And it's truly, not the threat itself that makes Astrid agree, but that sparkle of excitement in his eyes that makes her believe he wants her to say no. "Fine." She looks away, as her face gets red. "But I don't want to talk to him." "He's not allowed to address a member of my harem first, so if you don't initiate, he won't either." Sirius, The Lord of the South. One of the bastards that thinks it's okay to drag people out of their homes, murder their families and send them as "gifts" like they are some objects you can play with.

Mom looked at me with sadness in her eyes and I wondered if there was something she was trying to hide from me. This was what most people did: judge someone by how they look. Sirius Black looked like a criminal that everyone believed him to be. The first time they met, with his gaunt, sunken face, waxy skin, yellow teeth, and long, matted hair, even Harry said that Sirius reminded him of what a corpse might look like. While Peter Pettigrew looked like someone who wouldn't hurt a fly. But in the end, Peter was the one who had betrayed James, his own best friend. Looks can be really deceiving.

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte

I was not fine. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, grabbed the edge of the counter, and pulled myself upright. My reflection in Alpha Tomas's guest bathroom mirror looked like something that had been wrung out and hung to dry. Hair pulled back in a hasty knot, eyes too bright, jaw set the way it always set when I was holding something together that wanted very badly to fall apart. Sirus. The name had been running on a loop since Luna Elizabeth said the words. A tight, relentless circuit. Sirus is missing. We don't know how long. That's the problem.

ARWYN POV Sir Sirius Black stood before me, his hopeful green eyes shimmering like dew-laden leaves in the morning sun. I found myself trapped between two impossible choices, each promising to crush me in its own way. Nearby, Thrystan was gently stroking the mane of his horse, his fingers moving with a deliberate calmness, yet his intense gaze was fixed on me, betraying his apparent nonchalance.

It's all thanks to the moon goddess that I met Cirilla, or I'd be doomed. “Thank you so much…” I held and caressed her palm. We began bringing out our textbooks to go through what would be taught today when a young man stepped closer to my desk. He looked stunning and was the same person who came for me from Prince Kelvin the other time. I bowed to him. “The Prince requests that you get ready after school. He wants to spend some time with you out there….” he announced, and I nodded before he left. I faced Cirilla, my heart palpitating. “Please, stalk me when I leave with him. I can't trust him, and I don't know what he's up to.”