The Black Sisters Harry Potter Novels & Stories

said Lyla as she's chewing a piece of bread. "Our brains are wired to stay away from that thing." Louisa muttered. "Don't joke about that with me, Lyla!" Their conversation was interrupted by the presence of two girls dressed in black who---without permission---sat with them. Both of them stared at Lyla sharply. "Hei, New Girl, I heard you're from The Helliwells." One of them spoke. Her gaze intimidated Lyla. "Yeah, so?" she asked. From their appearances, Lyla could tell that the two girls were also witches.

The woman returned to walking away and Nora didn't stop her this time. Nora returned to the potion of the floor she had dusted earlier, made herself comfortable and began staring at her age mates sophisticatedly dressed. A set of five girls bypassed her: a hundred layered made-up faces, some of whom were unlucky to not have picked their right shade, making them appear like Mexican masquerades, fake hair; synthetic, human, and even animal, expensive jewelry, and heightened short fitting dresses just an inch or two long after the bum level. The group of five were chit chatting loud enough for her ears to capture whatever it is they were talking about.

"She left because of mother's inability to accept the hard truth. And should I hear of Hannah's demise, you'll be answering to me." Vivian laughed. "The squabbling two." "Well, now she's here, how do we do this?" Janice asked. "It's as I earlier suggested," Vivian said. "We kill everyone." The three sisters walked into one of the uncompleted buildings which was almost dark and shadowy, save for the windows which admitted little light inside, and there they met people in black robes kneeling with face to the floor, hands stretched to the candles before them. They said chants, took to their feet, spread their hands to the ceiling, and made more chants.

The scene sent shivers to demons, especially to Samael and Yael because they knew the three-headed snake was the Lord of the Beast, Invictus. Alice vanished the images and grinned at Samael and Yael. “That would happen if I would send you to your suffering.” “Hahahaha! Alice, that would never happen!” Yael said and released a very dark, powerful aura and a black diamond shining on his palm. The sisters gasped while staring at the black diamond. It’s bigger than their diamonds. There’s no doubt that the black diamond is too powerful, equivalent to their combined six diamonds. Alice remained unwavered at the powerful aura of the black diamond, contradicting what Yael had imagined. He’s surpris

The black goddess waves her hand and I am suddenly thrown to the side and I found myself tied to one of the statue with a dark mist. “Watch there and see how I will torment your friends. Let’s see how long you will keep being hard.” The black goddess said before she disappears beside me and then appears in front of the others. “NO! Vlash Flora!” I scream when the black goddess suddenly swings her sword behind them wounding their backs. The black goddess raises her hand and a dark mist starts to wrap everyone making them tied in a rope-like mist. They tried struggling as the black goddess laugh in enjoyment as she walks around them. She looks at me when she is beside Queen Veronica.

"Where are you?" A haunting laugh echoed in response, sending shivers down my spine. "You cannot win," a melodic voice whispered, its tone dripping with malevolence. "We have faced greater threats than you," I retorted defiantly, feeling the strength of our bond fortifying me. From the mist, a figure materialized before us, her long, silver hair flowing around her like a living entity. Her eyes were the deepest black, devoid of any emotion, yet captivating in their intensity. "You may have defeated my sisters," she hissed, "but I am the eldest, the most powerful."

I asked, scared of her answer. “I will bring you to one of the covens of House of Hecate to train you so you can use your magic properly. You are turning eighteen soon, if I’m not mistaken. And yet, you still can’t control your magic. Your magic is too strong. It needs to be controlled. Maybe next time, it won't just be trees that will be destroyed because you can’t control it." I understood what the headmistress was saying. But I couldn’t afford to be locked in some coven right now. What I need is to save my sister. And I can only think of one person who can help me. “I would rather prefer to be with my Aunt.”

She was a legend people either feared or pretended not to know. And Blackwood had witches. Hybrid, lunatic, chicken-blooded witches who could sniff secrets out of bones and dreams. “Vivienne Moreau,” he called, voice sharper now, and deliberate. “Open the damn door.” Yep. That was it. Funeral bells. End credits. Roll the fucking montage. I can see my family calling me to join them in hell. “Damn you, Atlas Blackwood,” I muttered under my breath, pacing once, twice, then stopping dead.

“You can’t expect us to believe this based on your intuition alone.” I sighed, frustrated by their refusal to see the truth. “First of all,” I began, “Gemini twins are the only species of witches whose eyes go black when they’re in control. No other witches can achieve that level of darkness. That’s what makes them the most powerful witches of all.”

After fleeing the temple, I'd created this small space on the outskirts of Kieran's new camp, though I wasn't exactly welcome. No one trusted a witch who had once served the Midnight Queen. A sudden wind extinguished my lights, plunging the tent into blackness. The air grew thick with power that wasn't mine. "Show yourselves," I ordered, calling a small flame to my palm. Three hooded figures emerged from the shadows, materializing like smoke. My sister witches from the Black Moon Coven. Lyra, tall and stern. Mara, round-faced and seemingly gentle. Thea, silent and dangerous.