Novel & Cerita Sirius X Hermione

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.

Lucius stated, his voice echoing the sentiments of the entire pack. Seraphina nodded, her eyes filled with admiration. "Very well. Prepare yourselves. The journey to unlock Xavier's healing potential begins now." And so, under Seraphina's guidance, the pack embarked on a series of trials and rituals, delving deep into their own spirits and unlocking latent powers. Each member faced their fears, confronted their inner demons, and tapped into the boundless well of strength that lay dormant within them.

The second woman was Luna Dora. Cassian’s face darkened. "That trail only leads to the old wine cellar. What’s she doing there?" "Harper might have been curious," I said slowly. The next clip showed Harper climbing into a silver McLaren. The car waited until a white Bentley passed, then pulled out behind it. Sebastian rewound the footage, freezing the frame. The image was grainy, but I recognized the owner instantly. "Xavier," I said.

I pull away and kiss her forehead. “I’ll find you, I promise— My eyes shot open, and I’m back in the living room with everyone. “I know where she is,” I shout, determined to go looking right away. I need a celestial being, and I know exactly where I can find one. “Is she ok? Xavier Yes, she’s still unconscious. They have her strapped to a table. It seems like a ritual; I saw Eric and a woman with blue hair.” “Blue hair? Is this her? She snaps her finger, and a picture of the woman comes up.

“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.

It was nothing like my Lyra. My head swam as Xio stirred. He was demanding, needing. My eyes scanned the crowd of witches, searching, until I saw her. She was standing at the back of the group, nearly hidden by a taller witch. She was small and delicate, with long, dark hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Her eyes where the color of Zircon. They immediately locked with mine, and a look of utter shock flashed across her face before she quickly looked away.

It’s where power resides. A short, fleshy woman who has a striking resemblance to Xavier came to us and gathered him in a hug. She was dressed in an ivory silk long dress. Gold jewelry catches the light at her wrists and ears, unmistakably expensive. “Oh sweetheart, you haven’t been home in so long” she says affectionately as she hugs her son. I could sense Xavier’s discomfort. He avoided my gaze in embarrassment as if ashamed of how his mom doted on him. She releases Xavier and turns to me with a smile.

And it was here that she had confessed her plan last fall. Like Celeste’s other siblings, Sirius had reddish brown hair and green eyes. He stood a little over six and a half feet with about four inches between them. They both had athletic builds and tanned skin. Sirius wore running shoes, black basketball shorts and a gray tank top. His neck had his mate’s mark, and the Silver Lake Pack Crest was tattooed on his left upper arm.

If she did, then she was indeed on a mission—but why hadn’t she informed me? "I sent Witch Irene there," Xavier continued. "She will reach Lady Elysia soon. However, there’s something else…" He hesitated, his brows furrowing. "One of my spies reported that Lady Elysia wasn’t alone. She was walking with a creature… something that resembled a dragon. But it was different—its form was almost transparent, and it was oddly… squishy." My breath hitched. Aurora gasped. "Wait a minute! I heard rumors… about the newborn descendant of the Dragon race." Her voice dropped into a whisper, as if afraid of speaking the words aloud. "Don’t tell me she summoned a hybrid baby dragon?"

It was as if it was a celestial building, unaffected by any explosion in this reality. Hermione didn’t die from the explosion as well. She managed to use one of her trump cards at the very last moment, it was the Golden Body that Xienna gave her. In reality, it was just a strand of hair, sealed with a projection of Xienna inside, planted on Hermione’s scalp. With this, she could save herself in crucial moments. It was obvious that Xienna treated her disciple well, since she gave her three strands in total, which meant that Hermione had three surviving chances in total. She used one back when she was swallowed by the great Genbu, and she used another today.