The Black Sisters Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Three other figures with the same cloaks stood close by. “He’s here,” she whispered to the other three. They all took off their hoods. They all had similar facial features, the small faces and the overworked hands. As I entered, they all had smiles on their faces. “These are my sisters. Gloria, Gemma, Genesis. We are going to combine our powers to relieve you of this black magic. It is strong and it will be difficult to rid of your body.” My body towered over the four. They all stood back a few steps, realizing the height at which I stood.

Without a word, she walked on– playing the pretense to avoid any weird gazes and suspicions, especially from Claire. “Wait Phidel,” Phidelia called as she went after her twin– knowing well she wouldn't be able to step out of the school’s premises if Phidel leaves her behind. It was like she was the only one who could break the boundary that blocks her from escaping the four corners of the school walls. “Can you stop and talk to me for once?” Claire blunted, pulling Phidel to an abrupt halt. At that moment, Phidelia stumbled, bumping into her sister in the process. Like the flash of lightning, the latter’s spirit took possession of her sister someway somehow.

Disgust evident in my tone and her lips twitched in a smile. " I see that you are acquainted with my twin sister." Twin sister? She had left that part in her story. I didn't fail to notice the hatred oozing out of her at the word 'twin sister'. She practically spat that word out. " As much as I would love to taint every good image you have of her, I hate that name so meet me Fay, the black witch of Cole's coven." Her eyes twitched. I shivered slightly. She wields so much power. A black witch? I thought they were banned from existence. She laughed in a way that would make a pup cry and I cringed.

and there was a supernatural aura that hung around her, answering my question that told me she wasn't a Human. "You're a... Witch?" "Yes." She nodded. "Vivian Black, I'm the head witch and founder of the Mirror Sisters Coven." And then I remembered who she was. Vivian Black, she was a famed witch amongst the supernatural creatures. One of the original Witches, and therefore one of the most powerful, but she's a difficult woman to come in contact with so to get to her you would have to go through many members of her coven. But her statement only left more questions to form in my head.

I got out of the car and threw my coat on the back seat of it. " Let's get your frustration out. " Harry said. " What are you planning? " I asked. " Something which could bring my brother back. " He smirked evilly. We went in. A troop of hot girls welcomed us. The hall was filled with VIP personalities. They covered their dark side secret from the world and made hay while in the sunshine. This spoiled richies with double personalities were the biggest black spot of the world. We were the same in the dark and the day.

My dearest dark sister. That’s what she called me. That’s what she has always called me. In our dark witch circles, “dark sister” is a term of respect between practitioners who have sworn themselves to dark sorcery, the kind of witch magic that goes way beyond just simple hexes or potions and rather dives more into blood rituals, soul-binding curses, and even death spells.

Every studio she entered met her with cold stares or a door in her face. When the men in black came for her, her only thought was, 'Fine. Take me. Let the whole world burn.' … Giana and Hilda Chamberlains, the seventh and eighth sisters, were in the middle of a television interview. Hilda hosted a program at Silverton Broadcasting Station. She had invited her sister as the first guest, expecting a quick boost in ratings. The cameras were rolling. The questions had not even begun when several men walked in. They said nothing, lifted both women, and carried them out.

"You're the only child I found who stands a chance to free her from this loathsome spell. Without her wand, a sorceress is without magic. And a sorceress without magic is no more powerful than an ordinary woman. That's why she needs you. I've gone through the mirrors every day, visiting so many places to look for someone like you." "But how could someone like me help your mistress?" Cassandra said. "I'm just an ordinary girl." "Ha! Ordinary my foot!" Owlyn scoffed. "You have the blood of a seer. It runs in the family, passing from mother to daughter." "What?" Cassandra turned to Owlyn with a confused look, but before she could ask anything else, Cassandra felt the same gripping sensation in

she mind links me. The sisters move towards Zach, their hands remain linked together as they take a step closer. I watch as Zach throws black mist at the girls, only for is to disappear before it hit them. They move until they are stood less than a metre in front of him and I watch on amazed as their magic intertwines with each other’s, reaching out and connecting to those in the circle around them.

"Whatever, they are too kind and funny to be evil, leave that for Arizona; she is the evil one. Good night my dear wolves, tomorrow is my date with my Prince charming" Odin told the wolves yawning in process. She slept off. Back in the chamber the Elite sisters were, Liva, Olivia, Ara and Annabel were sitting in a circle form, black candle burning in their midst. "You know what to do, Annabel, once the prince sees you, he would forget about anything else and do what you tell him to do". Olivia told their youngest sisters. Annabel nodded. "I know sisters". Liva started making some incantations. A ghostly form came out right from the black candle.