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Lord Yong asked. “Yes. A group of black magicians cast a powerful spell on him. They cast a deadly spell on him. The Dark Lord is a powerful wizard so it was not possible for them to kill him with their powers. So, they cast a spell of leprosy on him, as it was done through dark arts it was impossible to cure it.” He continued to narrate the whole mishap happened with his master.

“I plan to enlist the help of a black wizard. They are excellent assassins.” Louis scoffed. “You didn’t think this through. The war is at a critical stage—we don’t have time for that. Black wizards are rare, and they don’t involve themselves in werewolf affairs. Even if you find one, why would they agree to help us?” “That won’t be a problem,” I assured him. “I once saved a black wizard’s life. He owes me a favor, and now is the perfect time to collect on that debt.” Louis’ eyes gleamed with a sinister light. A slow, wicked smile spread across his face.

Now he was older, slower, only a fraction of the man he had once been. Sirius had held at least the rank of squad commander within the Dracobsidian Guard. The slap landed before Robert even registered the movement. His skull rang. Then he hit the floor. By the time he realized what had happened, the beating had already begun.

"Give us your name." The man looked at her. "Cassian." Silas went completely still. Luna noticed. "You know that name." Silas looked as if he wished he didn't. "Cassian Blackwood died before Darius was born." Darius turned to him. "What?" Silas continued carefully, "There was another child in the Blackwood records. Your father’s first son." Darius stared at Cassian. "I had a brother?" Cassian's smile disappeared. "Have." The word hit harder than Luna expected. Darius said nothing. Cassian stopped several feet away. "I was born with the strongest Alpha trait the Circle had seen in generations. Your father was proud until they discovered the problem."

Pay attention to the guests' movements. "Danny, I think they're up to something. Just look at the woman's face, which is the leader." Albert whispered. The black witch was at the very front with her long curly hair. Bellatrix Jane. "You know her?" Albert asked again. "Bellatrix, one of the famous poison gatherers of the black witch nation. She can kill people even with just one drop of her poison." Danny's wolf growled as Bellatrix approached the wall and touched it with her fingertips.

Mom looked at me with sadness in her eyes and I wondered if there was something she was trying to hide from me. This was what most people did: judge someone by how they look. Sirius Black looked like a criminal that everyone believed him to be. The first time they met, with his gaunt, sunken face, waxy skin, yellow teeth, and long, matted hair, even Harry said that Sirius reminded him of what a corpse might look like. While Peter Pettigrew looked like someone who wouldn't hurt a fly. But in the end, Peter was the one who had betrayed James, his own best friend. Looks can be really deceiving.

His parents, John and Sarah, had always been a bit concerned about his voracious sexual appetite, but they chalked it up to typical teenage hormones. Little did they know that Harry's insatiable hunger was about to be fed by the most unexpected source – their best friend and neighbor, Sirius Blackwood. Sirius was a handsome man in his early forties, with a chiseled jaw and a wicked gleam in his eye. He was married to James Blackwood, a successful businessman who was often away on long business trips.

And the color of the bulb remained a hazy black. Not even the elders had any idea. Well, truth be told, I already expected that results. Maybe I'm not cut out to be a magician in the first place. Visit novelB(i)n.NET to read, pls! I had to force myself on believing that the reason why I'm different than others was that I am special. Or is it what called as — self-redemption? Self-pitying? Or self encouraging? "..." Regardless... That hazy black...might also mean — I do not have affinity in any elements.

Hence, when she sent a message to Sirius, she felt guilty. [Where are you? Let’s meet tonight.] She then looked at Aster. “You got your wish.” “Not exactly. I’m doing this to help your bestie.” Aster then fell into contemplative silence before he put on a serious look. “But I need to tell you this: Sirius Roland is different from Titus Black. He values relationships more. If he actually falls in love with you, leave his side as soon as possible. If he learns that you went to Charmed before…”

He asks squinting his eyes at me slightly, like he was trying to look through me. "Yes, Mr-" "Mr Black!" My uncle's voice boomed from behind me,cutting me off as he approaches Damon with open arms. The two men exchanged a hearty embrace, like two old friends. My eyes widen with shock, how do they know each other? I knew Damon was a billionaire who was well acquainted with a lot of people but I didn't know my uncle was one of them. "How are you Tom?" They pulled apart and I just stood between them, a puzzled expression covering my face.