Alchemy Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“Of course not. I just cleaned the lens of your heart camera, if you wanna put it that way. There are countless beings around us other than shadows, dear. Beings that will never harass you or do you any harm. It’s time you let your heart rest from trying to pierce into the darkness and turn to the light.” “Meaning now I’m gonna go around seeing these blurs of light everywhere?” “No. Meaning if you ever need to see them, now they can show themselves to you.” “Oh, okay.” Hugo brought our bowls filled with fresh steamy tea and we lingered there, sipping them in silence like the day before. We heard a knock on the door and Harry made his regal entrance. Today he wore jeans and a tartan shirt. He

I need him to know, and I need to figure out what’s been bothering him. - - - “I can’t meet for too long, Ash. I’m leading another search team for fuckin’ Harry Potter and Jizz,” Archie rushes out as he slicks back his hair, plopping into an empty chair across from me. I chuckle at his nicknames for Artemis and Grizz. “We will find them. And this time, I won’t be the merciful Alpha with Grizz. His days are numbered,” I promise, my voice coming out in more of a thick growl.

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

Only Vador and Aleister knew about her,she was a very powerful witch with healing powers and the ability to summon souls. "I need your help godmother," Vador replied. "What is it again Aiden," "I need a spell to make Ava invisible.The elders want her out of my life." "Oh,the girl you love.Don't even give me that look,Aleister told me everything the last time he came visiting." "I do not," Vador bit his lips eying Aleister. "Is that all?" "I need you to summon her brother's soul into this stuffed dog. "You care so much for this girl," Alizon laughed.

Vasilisa was packing her grimoire, wrapping it up with a large piece of gold cloth she had found. "Why Latin?" said Vasilisa. "Because it's a dead language and everybody likes to use it to summon a spell, like Harry Potter," Ruslan said. "Who's Harry Potter?" the sorceress asked. "He's a wizard," Ruslan chuckled. "Why haven't I heard of him before?" "Because he's probably in another crazier universe than this, that's why," Cassandra interrupted. "If you want old, there's plenty of languages older than Latin," Vasilisa said to Ruslan.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

|| Lilac’s POV || Alaric walked around the desk and stopped before an old chest. The ancient chest creaked as he opened it, releasing the scent of dried herbs and old blood. Sunlight streamed through the study windows, illuminating a haunting illustration: a beautiful witch with emerald eyes and silver hair, her hands raised over a kneeling Alpha whose veins blackened where her magic touched him.

Looking at the messed up debris, I am reminded of what caused this disaster in the first place. There is a way for me to go into Archer’s head and make him forget what he saw. Unfortunately, there’s only one demon who has that kind of ability. And that demon is someone I do not want to form any sort of pact with. Oh, get a grip, Zarah. Now is not the time to be picky. If Archer has indeed seen me using the shadow pocket and throwing the dagger, it might just ruin my plans! Everything that I worked for would be gone.

When we finally do, in front of us: the 'witch' Betty Nord sitting proud on a black horse and behind her, the Alpha heir of the North pack -Harry- and hundreds of revengeful warriors. The face serious, one could tell a blood bath was about to unfold.