Sirius X Hermione Novels & Stories

Behind her, she could feel the weight of a hundred stares, all waiting for Rhys Huxley to humiliate the woman who’d dared to claim him. She stopped before him. He didn’t move. He just looked at her with those dark, unreadable eyes. Slowly, Hermione reached up, grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and crashed her lips against his. The crowd gasped. Dean let out a low whistle. And somewhere behind her, Sarah Granger’s jaw hit the floor.

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 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.

one said in a professional tone, pulling Mia to a plush chair, as they all got ready to transform her. ---- [Evening, boutique] Inside a parked Roll Royce, Xavier typed nonchalantly on his system, his cold aura powerful and imposing. Then he drifted his cold deep grey eyes to Silas. "What's taking her so long?" The door opened gently and a soft voice rang in his ears. "I'm here, Xavier Singh." "Get in, I don't have the time for..." his arrogant words hung in the air when his piercing grey eyes fell on her stunning slender figure.

Book 3 of SIR will follow Lucia. Yes. Our little Lucy. And trust me when I say… her story is not going to be what it seems. She’s going to fall headfirst into a whirlwind romance with the son of one of David and Nora’s biggest enemies. And when I say whirlwind, I mean love, lust, hate, and obsession all wrapped in one neat little bow. It will be messy, intense, and very very addictive. Did I say steamy? It will be that too ;) It will be a standalone, so new readers can jump in. But don’t worry. There will absolutely be cameos from David and Nora. You didn’t think I’d let them go that easily, did you?

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.

She strolled down a path leading away from our current location. 'We're splitting up,' I indicated. 'Xanne is in the cave. I'm going after Cissy, man, I want to hold her in my arms. I thank the Moon Goddess for her, she fills every void inside of me.” 'Same here', Herod replied. 'I intend to take things slow with Xanne. It's important for us to establish a firm understanding of one another. Given that she is half-witch, that brings new challenges.' My ever so rational brother, once again forgets our true nature as werewolves, Lycans at that.