Sirius Snape Novels & Stories

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.

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.”

His presence was always unsettling, a constant reminder of the power he wielded; dark, ancient, and ruthless. He was no ordinary man. Marcus—no, not just Marcus. The sorcerer. The descendant of the annihilated Serpens Pack. The offspring of the twin who had outlived his people’s destruction and had clawed his way through centuries of vengeance, mastering dark magic in secrecy.

But when Selene stared at him, he followed their teacher. "OHH MYYY..." The whisper of the girls created a bee's sound around the classroom as they saw the hidden treasure behind that black hoodie jacket. "Severus D'First. That's my name. Don't ask where I came from because I'm not interested in answering that." Severus spoke coldly and he looked at the students emotionless. The pupils of his eyes looked like a shiny raven's feather. His shaggy eyebrows and small red lips made him so handsome. His full face was blessed with attraction matched with some hair that blocked his face.

A dark deep chuckle vibrated through his throat, resounding in his office room making his right-hand man, Harun frown who looked at his Sire who was seated on the chair, had his head leaned back on the chair with hands clasped behind his head, eyes closed, a small smile on his full lips and his leg crossed on the desk casually. “Sugar! Sugar! Sugar!” He chuckled once again, rasping her name on his tongue recalling her striking face. “What should I do with you?” He sighed deeply. The look of those blazing silver eyes, fiery red locks with that fierce attitude of hers was flashing in his mind from that day. And not to talk about her tongue? Bitter tongue! Through which she cursed him. Still He

The difference in their auras felt like a rabbit and a wolf that hunting its prey. Sirius turned and walked away, Mr. Owen shaking even more. He had no other choice. It's them or him. Sirius heard Mr Owen's screams and the sound of gun shots echoing through the warehouses of the illegal narcotics factory. That day, Mr. Owen shot five of his employees, with his own hands, who dared to deceive Lord Sirius Brown.

Dominic's composure cracked. These two were not ordinary people. That much was already obvious. He steadied himself and spoke in a low voice. "Who are they? Do you recognize them? Are they from the Chamberlains or the Draconox Order?" The bodyguard shook his head. "No idea." Sirius had been away from Silverton for a long time, and even when he was around, he kept to himself. After his injury, he withdrew even further, staying within the Moonveil compound and cutting himself off from the outside world. Photographs of him were almost nonexistent.

She noticed the only character she shared how much she loved, she had a weird hate and love relationship with this one character and there were dolls of his. Severus Snape, there was something about his story which always made Lily love him for what he was yet hate him for the choices he made. She always hated him for not moving on and destroying himself for the woman who never for once looked back at him, she loved him for the devotion he had for the people he trusted and adored.

He had bent me and molded me to what he wanted as he had said. "If you want to save them both," he started, his lips close to my ear as his fingers trace over Shawn's mark. Vomit crawled up my throat but I swallowed it down. I also fight the urge to cry in defeat. "All you have to do is not struggle while Gregor over here marks you and destroys the bond between you and Shawn." Sirus clicked his tongue, laughing coldly. For a second I wondered how he had become so cruel or was he always this cruel? I wondered if there was any human emotion in him or if was he strictly beast and unfeeling.

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.