Romans & histoires The Black Family Harry Potter

Father asked, obviously ignoring their own side of the story as he cocked his brows at the oldest witch known as Bastiana Lopez. "It doesn't change the fact that she was almost killed. I leapt to save her life," A werewolf known as Harry chipped in, then slammed his fists on the table and wore a deep frown. "Oh! Loverboy to the rescue. The mighty power of a sugary healthy pussy," Suzy whispered in my ears and chuckled. "What does pussy have to do with what is going on?" I rolled my eyes and exhaled heavily. "So much, sugar plum, so much that you can't even imagine." She then licked her lollipop and shot a wink at a hot werewolf guy.

He stopped just short of me, his presence crackling like lightning in the air. “Because I have known you,” he said softly. “Not you exactly—but every life before you. Every incarnation of your bloodline.” My breath seized. “What are you talking about?” “I am not a student at Blackmoor,” Harry said finally. “I am not even supposed to exist here. I am the first cursed immortal—the one who defied the gods and paid the price in eternity.” The words sank into me like stones. My knees weakened. “Immortal…?”

"The people who stole you from our family and tried to turn you into something you're not." He nodded, his fingers unconsciously touching our mother's pendant around his neck. "The Priestess showed me our family tree yesterday. Seventeen generations of Blackthornes, all the way back to the founding of Shadowmoon Pack." "What did you think?" I asked. "It made everything more real somehow," he admitted. "Seeing our parents' names there, and then ours... Lucious and Seraphina Blackthorne. Not Elias Shadowthorne and Iris Delta." "Our true names," I said softly. "The names we were meant to have."

I picked a handful of the innocent-looking leaves, my hands trembling so badly I could barely grip them. Back in the kitchen, I made tea while my parents were still chatting. "Here we are," I said, setting down three cups. The Oylip and Wolf bane leaves had dissolved completely, leaving no trace. "Thank you, darling," Papa said, lifting his cup. "To our girl. May this new year bring her everything she dreams of." "To family," my mom added, raising her own cup. "To family," I whispered, and I watched them drink. They died the way they had lived... together, smiling, telling me they loved me. They simply closed their eyes and fell asleep at the kitchen table with peaceful expressions on their

You’re going to be an uncle too…] Sev: [HAHAHAHAH I can’t fucking believe it.] Sev: [Uncle Zade and Uncle Sev. The Black family is growing bigger!]

HARRY'S POV "Why am I not surprised?" My hands were crossed around my chest. "This is a necessary evil Harry!" My father could sense the spite-laced rebellion in my voice. "Necessary evil. Or just a group of people wanting to control every bit of my life." Memories flushed into my head. Throwing me first into some school for strong supernatural bullies and now getting me to marry a girl from that the Tigers Clan. Known for their cruelty and weird traditions Not even caring if I was okay with it. Not even seeking my opinion. Not even realizing that I do not like ladies and could never love her.

Soon, we walked into the clearing where the others were, and I quickly stepped aside to find Lily. "Why did you come with Henry Black?" She asked me. "Henry Black?" I asked. "The Black Wolf of the South, is what they call him. They said he would lead his pack over to represent the Black family," she explained. "Well, we just met in the woods and happened to walk out together," I explained. "Well, the Black family is here so the leaders will start talking about the plan. You should rest," she told me and I nodded. I was already feeling jet-lagged.

his voice taking an even scarier tone as he got up and dark clouds poured out of his hands, floating around him. Dread pooled in Soraya's eyes as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Black magic, she realized with terror. This was her first time seeing him like this. Alwin was an old wizard who was like a father figure to her. He had taught her everything she knew about witchcraft after he had taken her in when she was lost and wandering decades ago. He had always talked about how the witches and werewolves used to live in harmony. This fueled Soraya's hopes when she learned about the prophecy. He turned to her, letting down the hood of his cloak. Soraya let out a silent gasp as she

I opened it casually. Then froze. My blood ran cold. The logo at the top of the page was unmistakable. Blackwood Enterprises. For several seconds, I couldn't breathe. The room seemed to tilt. Seven years. Seven long years. And suddenly, his name was back in my life. Waiting. Watching. Threatening to reopen wounds I'd spent nearly a decade trying to heal. Across the room, Noah looked up from his coloring book. "Mom?" I quickly forced a smile. "I'm okay."