Sirius X Snape Novels & Stories

Isabella witnessed the scene and gasped in astonishment. "Incredible! He's actually reached the level of a Post-Advanced Martial Artist!" Sirius swallowed hard as he observed the spectacle. "So, this is the power of a Post-Advanced Martial Artist? It's truly beyond the capabilities of ordinary individuals!" Isabella nodded solemnly. "His earlier act of consuming the venomous snake must have been a secret technique for amplifying his strength. Regardless of the method, he now undeniably possesses the power of a Post-Advanced Martial Artist.

Lord Xeus laughed cunningly. "How can I forget you, Lord Xeus?" I laughed a little before frowning. "Master Xavier! The Masters want to speak with you" A tiny but sweet voice said from behind. It was no other than Madison's. "That's her Dad. She's the god-damned girl that Xavier is hanging out with" Tara pointed at stunned Madison. "I'll end her then" Lord Xeus grabbed the bow inside the bag he was carrying. I widened my eyes in shock on seeing the bow.

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.

She smiled sympathetically as she tied an elastic band around my arm. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Xavier quietly step closer. He didn’t say anything at first. Then, just as the nurse reached for the needle, his voice came. “Look at me.” I turned. His expression was calm and steady. “Don’t look over there.” “I wasn’t planning to.” “You were.” “I was.” The corner of his mouth lifted ever so slightly. “So stubborn.” A tiny sting brushed against my arm. “Done,” the nurse announced.

“Dwell malice in my soul, evoke destruction by his one growl. I call upon the God of death- Come forth, Anubis.” Moving his hand in the air to assert his dominance, a transparent image of Anubis began to form, explicitly large in size, holding his staff, controlled by Tristan. “Tristan…? Do you hold natural bloodlust?” Sir Zuka asked hesitantly, not believing his son had this much potential in him, “I sure do, Father.” He smirked maliciously. Everyone’s features hardered, not expecting he would be called Anubis, he intended to go all out to defeat Akzar for daring to hurt him.

Valerie: Steam curled from the marble tub, fogging the mirrors and softening the edges of the room. The scent of sandalwood drifted through the air, one of his, not mine. At this point I didn't even have it in me to try and choose the scent. I sat inside the tub, watching as Xavier poured in more soap to the hot water. His sleeves were rolled up, the veins in his forearms catching the light. For once, there was no command in his movements, no arrogance. Just silence. He ran his finger over my cheek, right where there was a scratch. The Rogues have left their mark. But then again, of course they did.

Xander was there too, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, and Emily beside him like a shadow that refused to die. The air crackled with tension, and every head turned when Xavier entered. “Seize him!” Sorin barked immediately. “He’s a traitor to the crown! Arrest him before he burns down what’s left of this place!” No one moved, not yet, and I just knew that wasn't a good sign. Xavier stepped into the center of the room, calm and silent, though the storm in his eyes said otherwise. “Careful,” he said softly. “You might want to hear me out before you start throwing words like traitor around.”

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

I almost didn't feel the pain in my wrist. Sirius stared for a long time, then asked, “Who is she?” “I don’t know yet. She didn’t tell me her name.” He was quiet, pensive, then whispered, “Something is wrong.” “What’s wrong? That we’re getting free?” “No,” he continued to stare at the woman. “It's her. Something is wrong.” I was about to ask again what the hell he was talking about, but then another voice invaded my head. “Hello, mate,” she chuckled in a sinister snarl. “Don’t think this is over.”

It took only a little more than ten seconds for the viscous black snake to lay motionless, dead as a log. The little golden snake slithered away and returned to Xyris. The people of the Maddox Clan came running to Xanthus and picked him up. Xyris approached him as well, and one could see the concern in her eyes. “Thank you, Sister Xyris.” Xanthus gave Xyris a bright, sunny smile, which seemed to contain something special.