Sirius X Hermione Novels & Stories

Nathan exclaimed. "But do you know what? I can sense the struggle within you as you grapple with the question of who truly holds your heart—" "Your constant chatter is exhausting to listen to!" With a swift and decisive motion, I sliced through their path, leaving them behind in my rearview mirror. "We're laying it all out there, no sugar-coating or holding back. Hermione's fury knows no bounds regarding protecting herself, and she will stop at nothing to sabotage anyone who dares to harm her. On the other hand, Artemis is known to be fickle and may leave you for Kade without a second thought—"

"Take care of yourself, buddy." Slater tilted his head slightly as a sign that he had heard and then got on with Quentin and Roman. Dareon slipped into the black SUV with Xandra and Cat. The blonde Elevender had already grabbed the driver's seat. So she would play the chauffeur, which is why he was forced to slip into the back seat next to the petite woman. The front and rear cabins were separated by a dark tinted window. He looked out of the window, which was also blackish, and wanted to block out her presence, but soon a bewitching smell enveloped him. For the first time he allowed himself to suck it in and taste it.

“I don’t mean physically. His consciousness has been pulled from him. Like when you came to Etheria.” “So where did he go?” Orion sighs, “I’m not sure. If his consciousness was in Etheria, I would know.” I can hear footsteps approaching, and suddenly everyone is crowding into my bedroom. I climb on the bed and make sure Jax is covered well. It’s silly, but I’m feeling extremely protective and possessive. “My lord, were you able to determine what happened to Raven and her mate?” Rion asks Orion. “Raven had some lingering marks on her that should have healed before I arrived. I inspected a few and found that they were healing at a normal pace for a wolf.”

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?

“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!”

All the anger and rage he felt had oozed out, leaving him vulnerable and on the brink of death. But as he lay there almost dying, a woman approached him. This woman was made of ice, her hair as white as snow, her long white dress freezing everything it came in contact with. She looked like a goddess, with her grey eyes and silver coloured lips. She carefully enfolded Xavier in an icy bed, making sure the ice flowing from her body didn't freeze him. Then she turned and walked away with him, not throwing a single glance to the other witch that was almost dying.

When they felt the need for oxygen, Luna pulled back from it. “I’ve been waiting for you,” Xavier said. She looked at his eye to find them different. One of his iris was black and another one was glowing pitch black, indicating that he had partially shifted. Both Deus and he were in control. His aura was different, he gave me the vibe that he was as powerful as a demigod. She felt the power radiating off of him. She wondered why she compared his aura with a demigod. “I’ve been dying to be with you.” She replied and the twinkle in his eyes told her he liked her reply.

I ordered in a soft tone. "Right away sir" I leaned into the chair, closing my eyes to sleep I guess. I listened to her voice, "Please Xavier help me, Save me Liam has captured me. I don't know where's he's taking me" She was placed in the trunk of a car, with the plate number 'SCE 091567' I quickly opened my eyes, I realized that it was just a trance but she communicated with me, how's that possible?, questions filled my head wondering what Liam was doing in a Scotland car.

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.”

he demanded, his voice resonating with a mix of authority and wariness. The figure stepped forward, throwing back the hood to reveal a woman with radiant silver hair cascading down her shoulders. Her eyes shimmered with an otherworldly brilliance, reflecting the moonlight like pools of liquid mercury. Tigreal couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty, though he sensed an underlying power that hinted at something far more dangerous. "I am Seraphine, a guardian of the forgotten realms," she introduced herself, her voice carrying a melodic timbre that echoed through the night. "I have been informed by Xirza's messenger of your quest and the turmoil that burns within you."