First of all thank you so much for reading this Book, it really means a lot to me! The Sequel is already out and is called Serena Black || Amortentia

Originally I wrote the Serena Black series in german which is my native language and on my original Account Liily_112  all parts are already published including some projects which I yet have to translate. But I will! I promise! I would love to present you some of them with a little sneak peek 🥰

Extract from Serena Black || Nox

"Later," he hissed and exchanged a fleeting glance with her. Serena would put ten brooms to the fire that they had discussed exactly what they were going to say beforehand and indeed her mother turned back to her in response. "We think it would be best if you didn't leave the house again until the end of the holidays."

"I'm grounded?" the Gryffindor summed up her decision, not quite knowing what to make of it. After all, she wouldn't have been allowed to leave the property anyway, but then what her father added made her a little angry. "That includes the garden and this year's visit to Diagon Alley is cancelled too."

Serena's mouth dropped open indignantly. "That's bloody unfair! You're packing me in cotton wool here, when I'm not even the one in danger."

"The danger concerns all of us," he replied merely dryly, narrowing his eyes to slits that seemed to pierce them like silver arrows. Especially when he learned that she had long known what he was trying to hide from her. He turned pale. "You know and you don't care?!"

"Of course I care," Serena answered truthfully. "I'm just trying to make the best of it, but anyway, none of them will kill me because of it."

"Believe me, death might even be more pleasant. Sooner or later they'll take you away from us and then you probably won't see any of us or your friends again any time soon. If you think I'm being unfair, just wait until they get their hands on you."

"But he said..."

"I don't give a damn what that boy says! And if you don't recognise our actions as a safety precaution, then maybe as a punishment!" With each successive word that had left his mouth, he had grown louder and had finally slammed his fist down so hard on the wood of the table that they all cringed.

"Fine," Serena merely breathed, swallowing hard in a pitiful attempt to get rid of the pent-up lump in her throat. His words about what her life might once be like had scared her, scared her badly, in fact. While she hadn't expected it to look particularly rosy, she certainly hadn't expected to be cut off from the outside world like this.

"Sirius!" her mother intervened in complete shock, looking from one to the other. "Can one of you please explain to me what you're even talking about?"

"I think you'd better," the Gryffindor said dryly, giving her father one last scowl before rising. In doing so, however, she caught one foot on the leg of the chair, which did not result in a fall, but did prevent her from making a flawless exit. She did not turn around again, but she could hear someone following her and bringing her to a halt before she reached the stairs.

❝ 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨. ❞

The girl with the silver-blonde hair lived up to her family name Malfoy. Camille Malfoy was proud, well brought up and for her family always came first, especially for her big brother Lucius she would give up everything. Even her free will. Yet since childhood she had only had eyes for this one boy and he for her. Unfortunately, life wasn't a wish-fulfilling concert, especially not for members of pure-blood families.

Prequel to Serena Black. This story can be read independently!

Extract:
A soft knock jolted the young Black out of his thoughts. He hurriedly ran his hand over the folds of his cloak and adjusted his slipping collar. A final check in the mirror, decorated with real silver, told him that his mother would find nothing wrong with his appearance. But the visitor was to put a smile on Regulus' face. "Kreacher!"

"Kreacher has been eagerly awaiting Master Regulus' return," the house-elf declared reverently, bowing so low that his long nose almost touched the ground. With an amused smirk, he retrieved the creature from its uncomfortable position and then embraced him. The old elf had been more of a family to him than his actual ones had ever been. In fact, he was his best friend. Not that he would admit that out loud to Alaric.

"Kreacher did what Master Regulus told him to do," he reported excitedly, pulling some crumpled pieces of paper from his shabby robe and holding them out to him. "All the articles that were about the Dark Lord were saved by Kreacher for Master Regulus."

"Thank you, Kreacher!" replied Regulus, accepting the articles gratefully, for the newspapers that touted Voldemort in their articles were banned at Hogwarts. The Daily Prophet merely reported on his infamies, but not what was worth fighting for.

Once more he bowed to the young Black. "Is there anything else Kreacher can do for Master Regulus?"

The addressed sighed and let his gaze wander around his room once more. "You could tell me what I need to change around here to make a girl feel... comfortable in here."

"A-a girl, sir?" asked Kreacher frowning once more, as if he could hardly believe that his Master was welcoming such a person. Regulus merely sighed and dropped backwards into his bed, which then creaked and jolted suspiciously. But instead of worrying about the fact that this frame was barely supporting his weight, a dreamy smile crept onto his lips. "Not just any girl. Camille is amazing! You must have met her a few times already, she used to stay with us sometimes with her family."

"Kreacher is sure a girl will feel comfortable in the mere presence of Master Regulus," the house elf replied, bowing a third time. While his words were kindly meant, they regrettably did not help Regulus. At that moment, the front door slammed and heavy footsteps, accompanied by a walking stick, moved through the basement. It seemed that the master of the house had returned from his work at the ministry.

"KREACHER!" it thundered loudly and the addressed elf flinched. Regulus gave him a disappointed look, but promised, "We'll talk more tonight, all right?"

Eagerly, Kreacher nodded and dissolved into thin air with a final implied curtsy. The young Black rose heavily from his low bed and took a closer look at the newspaper articles from the house elf. Satisfied, he took them to his desk made of real mahogany and was about to separate out the most relevant, when he was interrupted by a clearing of his throat.

Sirius was leaning against the doorframe with a smug smile. "What's going on between you and Blondie that she's even paying you a visit already?"

"Jealous?" asked Regulus the counter question, turning his attention back to his work to be done. In doing so, he decided not to dwell on the fact of how long his brother must have been standing outside his door to have overheard that part of the conversation.

"Don't be ridiculous," he scoffed and entered the room with a suspicious look, not taking his eyes off the articles resting on Regulus's desk that he was busy working on. "You're becoming a Death Eater," he finally stated in a calm, yet trembling voice.

"You couldn't care less what I become or don't become," he replied bluntly, not looking up from the headlines reporting murder and torture. Merely out of the corner of his eye, he could see Sirius' collectively closing his eyes and visibly having trouble not losing his temper. "You'll never get out of there alive," he predicted.

"What do you know?", Regulus snorted contemptuously, and the next moment caught himself quoting Evan, "It is a great honour to serve the Dark Lord."

"You're fifteen!" Sirius now thundered, seeming to have overturned his previous attempts to stay composed. A pleading glint entered his grey eyes and he ruffled his dark hair. "This is not an honour, it's a death sentence." He grabbed one of the articles and waved it under his nose. "Is this really your conviction or are you doing this because of our parents? If they force you to..."

"No one is forcing me," Regulus rudely interrupted him. "But someone has to answer for your actions and restore our family's reputation! It's the only way I can..." He broke off awkwardly, pretending to be entirely focused on cutting it out, but his cheeks glowed with shame.

"It's the only way you can marry Camille," Sirius finished the sentence for him, merely shaking his head in disagreement. "With your noble ways of trying to please everyone, you'll get yourself into the grave one day, Regulus."

COMING SOON
❝𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬.❞

The four teenagers Marian, Jonas, Lily and Mira have nothing in common, except for the fact that one afternoon they have detention together. For a reason they can't explain, they are trapped in school until the witching hour and discover a dark secret about their small town.

All the legends and sagas surrounding their town are just there to attract tourists. Or are they? But what if those myths of long ago suddenly come back to life? Because these are often not just about heroes. Will they be able to protect their small town or will they become the monsters that have always lain dormant deep within them?

❝ What if it's not just us who have changed? What if we are not the only ones? What if the whole town has changed? ❞

Extract:
Marian had bent over the precipice again and held out his outstretched arm to Lily. Cautiously, Jonas peered over the roof, just enough to see her, but without seeing too much of the ground. Dizziness overcame him again, but he tried to ignore the feeling. Lily was by far the smallest of them and just stared back at Marian with a skeptical look. "Are you scared, too?" he asked her annoyed when she made no effort to reach for his hand.

She swallowed. "I just don't trust you."

"I'm not going to drop you!" he indignantly said, to which she rolled her eyes. "Maybe not on purpose."

Marian's eyebrows drew together and his ego seemed bruised for a few seconds. "I bench press 130 kilograms, so hopefully you won't weigh that much. Besides, I lifted Jonas myself!"

"Did you just call me fat? Look at you!", Jonas grumbled at him and was glad to finally manage a decent set again, now that he wasn't inches away from the abyss.

"With your IQ, I would have thought you could tell fat from muscle," Marian returned, annoyed, waving his hand impatiently in front of Lily's nose. "If you don't want to, we'll just leave you here."

She stared back defiantly, her auburn hair already partially out of its braid and blown in her face by the wind. The lanterns in the school's driveway had come on by now, or Jonas simply hadn't noticed them properly before. They illuminated the path that led into the city park, where the fountain, also illuminated, was quietly splashing away. But Jonas' attention was focused on the three figures who hurried with quick steps in the direction of the school. They all wore black robes and a pointed hood. Gradually Jonas wondered if he was imagining the whole thing and had long since passed out.

But his classmates seemed to see these figures as well. Marian had paused, Lily had spun around, and Mira's mouth was open again. They all seemed to be tormented by the same questions at that moment: What do they want? What was going on in their school that night? Are they dangerous? But the most important question of all was: had the figures discovered them?

"I don't want to rush you, but I'm afraid the Illuminati are planning to take over our school."

❝ 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥.❞

Grace Stilinski is beside herself when she learns that her father can no longer pay for her boarding school and she must move back to Beacon Hills to live with him and her older brother Stiles. Leaving her old friends behind, she unknowingly plunges into an adventure filled with mystical creatures she never dreamed existed. She was unaware of her place in this supernatural world, but then her name appeared on a death pool of supernatural beings.

Which brings her directly into the sights of Theo Raeken.

Extract:
"But I've already answered all the questions at least five times," she groaned and buried her head in her hands, feeling how disgusting the makeup she had applied especially for the party felt by now. Her eyes were getting heavier and heavier, and even if she closed them for just a moment, she could still see the blue flashing lights of the patrol cars in front of her, which seemed to burn through her eyelids.

At that moment, a tall man with a long face stepped through the crime scene barrier and flashed his badge to anyone who would look; FBI. With long strides he came right up to the father and daughter, barely taking his eyes off the latter. "This is the witness?"

The brunette could feel her father stiffen beside her and she also knew the reason for his tense posture. The man standing in front of her was Agent McCall. Not only was he Scott's father, but he was also out to remove the sheriff from office.

"I'd call it more of a finder," Grace muttered dryly, adjusting the blanket that had slid down when her father had removed his arm from her shoulders. Immediately another chill seized her, and at that moment she wanted nothing more than to escape from the cold and prying eyes to her warm bed.

The agent said nothing in reply, but merely glanced at one of the files he was carrying in his arms. "Grazyna, it says here that you called the police station at 11:46 pm. Was that also the time you found the lifeless body?"

"Grace," she cleared her throat correctingly and shrugged. "I don't know exactly how much time passed, but I think it had to have been about 15 minutes before..."

He raised both eyebrows and stared at her uncomprehendingly from his dark eyes, which seemed to be much cooler than his son's. "And in that time you did what...?"

Trying not to vomit.

Taking her time, the girl tapped her fingertips together. "It's just not every day you find a dead body."

"Did you post it on Instagram first or..." began Agent McCall, visibly annoyed, but the sheriff interrupted him placatingly, "Would it be possible to postpone this interrogation until tomorrow as well? My daughter has been through enough that day."

"I would prefer to ask my questions now, after all the effect of alcohol on teenagers is well known," he replied dryly, eliciting an indignant snort from Grace. "But I didn't drink any alcohol at all!"

"The half-empty keg of beer in the house says otherwise, though. You teenagers are all the same these days. You're lucky I'm not here for that," he explained calmly, taking another look at his files. Grace, meanwhile, snorted disdainfully. Yeah, he sure knew his way around alcohol, she thought grimly, as he continued, "The victim was the supplier of the keg and illegally gave it to minors. Did you see the man in the house and who he was talking to?"

She shook her head, feeling the nausea rise up inside her once again at the memory of his suffering, rigid, expressionless face. "I've never seen him before," she choked out, glad to be asked a mere two more questions before her father managed to cut the conversation short.

Grace breathed a sigh of relief as the agent turned to leave. She couldn't help but wave goodbye to him, though, with a fake provocative grin and her cell phone in hand. "By the way, I already have two hundred likes on my selfie with the corpse!"