Novel & Cerita Ao3 Hogwarts Legacy

"The night is cold, and the moon is shining beautifully tonight. I guess the goddess must be smiling down upon us, eh?" "Let's just get this delivery over with. I always hate coming out here every now and then," the Legion's comrade said, looking displeased after what he said. "If we leave early, let me treat you to something interesting. I hope you're not opposed to boys? Or are you female exclusive?" The Legion's comrade pursed his lips as he looked at his comrade, his head shaking with the gentle strides of the horse he rode. "Your debauchery knows no bounds," the Legion shook his head. His comrade laughed and looked behind them.

“For Lucian, Atlas isn’t just a son—he’s a legacy project. Every inch of that boy has been shaped for this moment. Victory in the Trial doesn’t just secure Atlas’s future—it vindicates Lucian’s rule, his influence over the Academy, over the Council, over the shape of werewolf power for the next century.” The chandeliers above us flickered, the enchanted light glancing off the soft waves of firelight dancing through the air. Below, music still hummed, warm and weightless. Students leaned together in pairs, whispering behind fans or the rims of golden glasses. Legacy girls swirled in gowns that changed hue with the light. One Beta pair practiced their steps near the far edge, counting under th

When I turn eighteen and leave the orphanage, I can give them all to him at once. I hide the notebook in a crack between the cabinets and use a plastic ruler to retrieve it. I just got it out, but before I can hide it, Leya comes into the room. She's a normal girl and her butt isn't fat anymore; she's lost weight since we were ten. Leya doesn't know about the diary though, so I shove it under the mattress by the headboard and cover it with a pillow. Lucky, my talisman, sits next to my pillow. I know I can trust him.

I replied as Orel jerked in surprise. “They have twice as much as we do Themis, surely you cannot be right.” “Oh I am right, we have something that they don’t.” I winked at him. “And what is that?” Orel asked me with skeptism written all over his tone. “The most powerful legion of the last magic kingdom that survived the fall of that era and their queen.” I replied as Orel looked at me with a thoughtful look on his face before nodding. “Okay, let’s end this war.” Orel made to stand but I covered his hand with mine.

Penelope jumps up in excitement. Diana shrugged, “I just guessed,” she mumbled, and asked Penelope to show her the gift. Penelope agrees and begins to put out all the beautiful gifts that were given to her. Diana gazes at them with amusement. There are dresses, shoes, chocolate, biscuits, and lots of fascinating things that form saliva stuck inside their throat. “Who gave you all these?” Diana inquired. “Father,” Penelope proclaims and begins to flaunt her gifts. “Father?” Diana thought, “But where’s mine?” She asked aloud.

I asked. “Of course not, Marga. For a moment, I even forgot that Lexi got married to his father.” “Yes she did. You know she is one shameless little bitch, coupled with the fact that she is desperate. She'll definitely do everything for money.” I can't imagine Lexi and that old man in the same bed. I can't imagine him making love to her while she screams his name. Ewww! The thought alone filled me with goosebumps.

"You're fighting for a legacy that isn't whole." At that moment, the rogue Alpha steps forward, his eyes cold and full of purpose. "You've been too focused on fighting, Diego," he says with a sneer. "The real fight has always been about the prophecy." And your kids... His voice drops low, as if he is enjoying the moment. "The twins are the most important thing." They are mine now.

Omegas were the lowliest of the lowliest, the bottom of the pack hierarchy, the ones who cooked, cleaned-- did everything beneath the notice and capabilities of the higher tiers. And I was lower than one, because even Omegas could shift into their wolves... Being Latent was a curse that had followed me through the complicated stages of childhood through adulthood, a scar on my very soul. And I had, inevitably, sustained a few monikers during my formative years. Latent Hilda, Latilda and Hilda de Lat, to name a few.

she replied still confused so I handed her a piece of paper that contained a torn part of a book, I think, where she wrote down her plan She looked mortified, I could see the quick change from confusion to pure embarrassment like someone caught in the act....well she was actually "How....h...h...ow how" she struggled to speak " Hmmm I thought I was meant to see that. Was I not, I mean judging by the fact that I was the main character of the plan" " I am really sorry Mr McQueen, this is not what it seems like I can explain" how fun will the explanation be " Is there anything else to explain, I mean it states clearly "marry Mr McQueen" in bold and circled except if you were talking about my fa

"Are you giving up already?" The words stung sharp, halting my rant. I sank onto the cot opposite her, shoulders slumping heavy. "I’m not giving up. I’m just... lost. I need to know the beginning. What sparked the war? Why did I kill her? Without that, how do I fight against fate?" She leaned forward, eyes searching mine. "The origins lie buried deep in the Legend of Ophelia. If you seek them you would find them in the Forbidden Vault that holds scrolls and prophecies. Ancient records of clan wars, curses, reincarnations."