Sirius X Severus Novels & Stories

His feet glued to the spot. "No!....she did not intervene at all. I don't know why she did not. But Sir...I tried but she...didn't listen. You told me she is a mage? She is, right? Freida? Yes, I specifically send her the note. Now why she didn't act like the way we predicted?...fine...alright." Xavier's ears were ringing, the background noises had become distant and obscure, but he had some presence of mind left in him, even after the shocking revelation. He immediately moved from there and was a safe distance away from the pillar the moment he heard the voice stop speaking. He subtly fixed his gaze and his eyes widened when he saw that Sir Leon stepped out from behind the shadows, looking

said the creature. Sirius lazily combed his dark lux, biting his lower lip with his fangs this time before he jumped out from the chair and picked up the little princess' unicorn. "I don't know." Sirius grimaced while he threw the unicorn mid-air and sliced it in half using the reaper's scythe. "Fuck vision. I've marked that girl and she'll be my food on her 20th birthday." he licked his lower lip in anticipation. "You gonna have to go through the dark lord first." the creature said while it flew left and right. It also saw the vision of Sirius under the command of one little princess in the future.

Lucius broke first. He fell on his knees, the sword climbed to the ground. “I can’t... With all the gods, I it cannot.” Severus stared at his daughter. Something flickered in his steel eyes – memory of the little girl he once held on the lap while he told her about the heroes of Mars. “Livia...” he whispered. For the first time for years his voice sounded brittle. But the betrayal had already happened. Quintus Fabius, the gray magician, raised the

Xavier is the good mate from the prophecy Right?????

I begin feeding her , while still talking to her. “My queen…” I hear the voice that I had been dying to hear ever since I woke up from my unconscious state. My head snaps to the entrance to see a very dirty and sweaty Xavier. Though his face and hands were covered in dirt , and his clothes were soaked with perspiration , I could not help but feel attracted to him. I feel my eyes are latched on to him , it felt so hard to tear them away. I noticed every single detail about him – from the way his chest rose and fell from his rapid breathing , to the tiny droplets of sweat that dripped from the tip of his hair. He was simply a sight for sore eyes , though dirty.