Romans & histoires Ancient Immortal Harry Potter Fanfiction Twilight

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

The once bright halls of Willow Creek High now felt like a battlefield, a testament to the darkness that had enveloped their lives. Fleur's emerald eyes blazed with fury as she channeled her inner power, a swirling tempest of energy gathering around her. With a flick of her wrist, she sent waves of elemental force crashing towards the creature, each strike laced with the anguish of betrayal. The ground shook beneath them as Zeeb, his Lycan heritage coursing through his veins, transformed into a formidable beast, ready to protect their love at any cost. Unbeknownst to them, Ezra and Gregory, hidden in the shadows, watched with sinister satisfaction. Their plan to sow discord between the Lycan

But for some peculiar reason, Sarah Poleman, a seventeen-year-old brunette, and his boyfriend—Charlie Mantial, find it less disturbing to jump over the laid out rules and ran within the path vociferously, stomping hardly on the wetted moss and letting the whip-cracking branches of blackberry trees slap their faces as they continued sprinting like some kids released on a playground. The whole circular forest had been cast by the pitch darkness of the night and the flashlight that served as their guide to get through the path didn't lessen the pure blindness. Sarah didn't seem to mind the foreboding danger around them, though. It thrilled her even. Seeing herself alone at the center of the for

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”

As Sera was dying, she stormed into the room. Aurora didn't understand the ancient vampire tongue Lucien was muttering to her while he held her. Aurora's hybrid sight saw the tie between them as a thin silver thread that pulsed once, twice, and then started to fray."No," gasped Lucien. "Not yet. Let me—"

"Are you sure? Miss Avangelina deserves a parting and a beautiful one at that. The coven just wishes to say goodbye. You should too sir." "No!" I took a step back. I knew he was in pain but that was only going to make him unstable. I put my hands up in defense but I would only block. I refused to hurt my superiores, my higher up. "There's a spell. It's a very old and powerful spell. It can make the mortal immortal and it can bring the deceased back to life." My eyes widened again. I have never heard of such a spell. "Sir," I said uncertain. Maybe he was going insane. "Maybe you should lie down while the coven arranges her parting."

The murmurs in the hall grew louder, whispers spreading through the air like smoke. “A human actually has a blood-bound partner?” “Absurd.” “She’s lying. Humans lie when they’re desperate.” “Trying to provoke Lord Tom. What a desperate gamble.” Tom’s gaze was fixed on me, cold and disbelieving. “Rowling,” he said slowly, as if savoring a bitter name. “Do you really think fabricating a fantasy will sway me?” His gaze swept over me with undisguised contempt.

My wolf howled, sensing the sheer magnitude of the darkness. I opened my eyes. Theodore reached for my hand, his golden energy merging with mine. “Together, Kiara. We end this together!” I nodded, summoning everything ancestral power, wolf instincts, and Blood Heir essence. The silver light around me flared, forming a massive aura that pushed back the darkness. For a moment, the ancient threat staggered. Its molten eyes widened recognition flashed across them. “You… Blood Heir…” the darkness growled, voice shaking the cavern. “…will not control me.”

Ruby questioned pointing at the purple bladed black scythe displayed on the wall over the fireplace. "Well, that's Azrael, slayer of immortals. It can kill even gods, demons, and the highly phantasmal Dragons. It's an heirloom one of my ancestors collected from a gorgon. No one wielded it because they were too afraid of its power. It can strike fear in everyone by its mere presence as people tend to be when facing death. Once an entity is slain by its blade their existence will vanish completely. It also destroys both the body and the soul, no heaven or hell just nothing. It is one of the sharpest blades in all of the Realm of Twilight along with Excalibur." Adrian explained after putting do