Why Did Sirius Black Want To Kill Harry Novels & Stories

I had to keep him talking; I couldn't let him do whatever he wanted to do to me now that Sarah was down. "Ah, so you have been hidden for a long time? It seems your power has been quite dormant for a long time," Sirius droned. Honestly, he knew too much about me. "I'm guessing more white strands will appear on your hair as your power gets stronger." He stared at my hair. Was he one of the people that Edgar had said were after me? Why wasn't he killing me then?

Lord Blackridge, also chuckled, his tone familiar and indulgent. “Oh? Someone helped you once, and you repay her by wanting her dead. What kind of logic is that?” Sora lowered her lashes and said calmly, “I never needed anyone’s charity. Besides, I kill who I want, no reason needed. I just want her to disappear from this world forever—so she’ll never stand in my way again.” Lord Blackridge stepped down from his golden throne, circled Sora twice, then tilted his head and smiled slyly. “Looks like Young master Watkins’ cancellation of the engagement has really ticked off Miss Johnson.”

"It appears that loose ends are not tolerated by the enemy." Gregor balled his hand into a fist. “You think we’ll believe you?” he spat at Harry. He could still clearly recall the treachery of the past. "How can we be certain that this isn't just another one of your schemes after everything you did?" Harry's eyes were unwavering and brimming with a desperate look that conveyed sincere regret. "I don't expect forgiveness right away, but I do understand your wrath. However, I'm giving you an option—an opportunity to face the real mastermind. Sebastian Blackwood may have been the victim of treachery, but every action he took was planned by a secret hand. His tone became passionate. "I have proo

Why did he stop? "And why did he do it? Does he expect my spirit to break completely?" I felt a knot in my throat. "Because he wants us to choose him. He wants your soul to be his, not just your body." I shook my head, trying to dispel the emotional fog. Killian Blackwood was an enigma wrapped in violence and expensive suits. A man who returned home covered in blood and, minutes later, was capable of showing a mercy that disarmed my defenses. Who really was Killian Blackwood?

“Ugh…” Sirius groaned in pain. He stared at Kaze in fear. As Kaze exerted more strength through his foot, Sirius’ chest started to cave in. His organs felt pressured and his rib cage started to break. He was scared. He finally realized Kaze was ready to kill him on the spot. He expected Kaze to attack him. His provocation was intended to lure Kaze into attacking him, thus giving Magnus a valid reason to strike. Yet he did not want to die.

“She’s already with someone else, Black. With Liam, a psycho. Isn’t that enough? She’s already caught up with someone dangerous.” Mr. Black’s smile remained, but there was nothing friendly in it. “No,” he said, his voice sharp. “It’s not enough. I want her to survive... in my hands. I want her to see everything she owes me. To understand what she’s done.” Mr. Smith’s breath caught in his chest. The way Mr. Black spoke, so coldly, like Amber was just a pawn in a long game he had been playing for years. He could see now—this wasn’t just about possession. It was about revenge, pure and simple.

explained Harry, introducing Sirius and Remus to his colleagues and teachers. "This is .. sir, .. Mmh .. Remus, he is my boss at the cafe, he wants to start a survey for the students here?" Sirius explained, and not sure about the reasoning sector. Remus, when his name was mentioned, lowered his head deeper. It was such a lame reason. "Oh ... Yes? For what purpose? "Yes, He wants to give a charity event for students at this campus... Maybe a coffee truck!" Sirius replied, and Remus finally is nodding. Sirius invented the answer because his main purpose going to this campus..is his search for a girl...and make her Remus wife.

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.

His red eyes glowed with fury, and without hesitation, he charged at over twenty white vampires. Black vampires were considered a plague, for they could drink the blood of their kind. In other words, they were traitors. They enslaved the innocent, and slaughtering the helpless was second nature to them. The white vampires devised a plan to wipe out the black vampire race entirely, to restore equality and peace. The whites succeeded in eradicating all black vampires except for one, the youngest son of Supreme Atcandis and Alyada, the young prince Zumir. Zumir endured relentless attacks. Everyone was shocked that he remained alive, even as he bathed in his blood.

The pores of my skin feel the intensity of his, the heat radiating from his. “If you could do that, why haven’t you done it all these while? Why kill people that I love?” My eyes drift down to the others, who remain seated as though nothing is happening right now. If anything, werewolves can play ignorance at their bad deeds. “Because it is much more fun to kill them. The pain...” I stop him midsentence. “Why do you want me to succumb to pain? Why do you inflict it on me?” “I expected much intelligence from a witch.”