Sirius X Hermione Novels & Stories

Aaron gathered every student to the living area to address everyone and announce the guidelines for venturing in De Morte Villas, “Alright, let me introduce my staff and your host as well, Zirconius Wooferhook.” Zirconius Wooferhook get himself introduced who was skinny, tall and seemed very anxious in general, “Hello (he took a deep breath) I am Zirconius Wooferhook. People call me Host Hook or simply just Hook.” Quasar Malgam scoffed at Host Hook while chewing bubble gums, “Looks like you were hanged and hooked.” Giggles and chuckles spread around the living area, while Aaron slowly walked backwards inch by inch to join Mrtyu. Mr Alex was well aware of his grandson’s doings, “Young blood’s

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

He says. “Perfect. She will do, quite alright. Blacktooth, you have finally caught a gold mine!” Mr. Wicker grins at Blacktooth, this time I can tell the smile seem genuine. I raise my eyebrow questioningly at Blacktooth, who just gives me a sheepish smile. “Alright dear...” Mr. Wicker says to me, then he sends a look to Dris and Blacktooth. “Hermione sir. Her name is Hermione, Mr. Wicker.” Blacktooth says humbly

he replied grimly. I turned slowly. “So it’s true.” His jaw tightened. “Yes.” Something cold settled in my chest. “Who?” “Some elders. Some warriors.” His eyes darkened. “Elara.” Of course. “She believes the prophecy refers to you.” My heart stuttered. “What prophecy?” Ronan studied my face for a long moment, as if weighing how much damage the truth would do. Then he said quietly, “The Moon Goddess spoke of an Omega born under suppression. A wolf hidden among humans. One whose awakening would either unite the packs… or destroy the hierarchy entirely.”

But she could also just be pissed because she’s been detained for a bullshit reason. “What do you want?” She asked. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Saphire.” She said. Oh my goddess. That has to be the most beautiful name I’ve ever heard. “Alright. Here’s the deal. I want you to come and help us. I know that you would be a great asset to my pack and I know that we’re meant to be together.” I said, coming straight out and being straight with her. There was no point in beating around the bush on this. I needed to let her know my intentions right up.

I added. It was obvious from her face that she was even more annoyed by what I said. Is it my fault that she made a video call with me? Is it my fault that her day will be bad because of me? Anyway, she has a bad attitude as well as her face, so maybe it's okay that her day is also bad! "The usurpers are different now, the faces are already thick!" I laughed out loud at what she said.

Zayn caught my eye for a brief second, but I quickly looked away, determined not to let him get under my skin again today. Seven, the ever-observant second-in-command, nodded in my direction as I approached. Seleira stood beside him, her arms crossed, eyes scanning the group with her usual sharp focus. I took a deep breath and started stretching, doing my best to avoid eye contact with Zayn. The last thing I needed was another pointless exchange with him. "Oh, the princess is back." I caught whispers from my side. They were trying to keep it low, but did they forget we had supersonic hearing? Or were they just stupid?

Until she collapsed, trembling and broken, in the arms of the man who had destroyed her. The chamber still smelt of blood, thick and metallic, when the door creaked open. A woman stepped into the ruin, her silver robes whispering against the stone floor. Her hair, long and pale as moonlight, caught the dim glow and shimmered like strands spun from the stars themselves. Her eyes swept the wreckage without a flicker of emotion: the shattered furniture, the blood, and the lifeless hunter sprawled on the cold stone floor. Finally, her gaze rose to meet Orion's. Then it lowered to Rey, limp and unconscious in his arms.

I exclaimed ecstatically. Herod now comes forward and takes Xanne's hand from me. “Sages, you must have guessed by now that Xanne is my mate. She is the daughter of the Beta of Eclipse Howlers”. Is it just me, or does he sound less happy? Do these two have their first disagreement? I'll have to ask Xanne about this later, although I noticed her attitude had cooled a bit. She declined to wear one of the new dresses Harad gifted me as well.

The sudden, overwhelming scent of expensive cedar, cold ozone, and dark cologne wrapped entirely around her. She knew that voice. She knew that scent. "Sir?" Hazel whispered, her voice shaking uncontrollably in the dark. "Mr. Sterling?" "The grid blew," Xavier said, his voice a low, terrifying vibration that she could physically feel against her spine. He didn't let go of her arms. His chest remained pressed firmly against her back, his body heat radiating right through the thin silk of her work blouse. The sheer size of him in the dark was completely overwhelming. "Okay," Hazel breathed out.