Black Family Crest Harry Potter 소설 & 이야기

We are the protectors of the Harvestia Monarchy, sworn to defend it with our lives if need be. And then there's the legend of our black hair, a divine gift from the Moon Goddess herself. It's said to symbolize our strength and favor, a tangible manifestation of our lineage's blessings. From our wolfen pelts to our human form, the deep ebony hue marks us as children of the Timberfang bloodline, warriors bound by an unbreakable legacy.

his voice taking an even scarier tone as he got up and dark clouds poured out of his hands, floating around him. Dread pooled in Soraya's eyes as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Black magic, she realized with terror. This was her first time seeing him like this. Alwin was an old wizard who was like a father figure to her. He had taught her everything she knew about witchcraft after he had taken her in when she was lost and wandering decades ago. He had always talked about how the witches and werewolves used to live in harmony. This fueled Soraya's hopes when she learned about the prophecy. He turned to her, letting down the hood of his cloak. Soraya let out a silent gasp as she

Grandma nodded, her face filled with grief but a hint of pride. It was then I knew. I could not run anymore. The Langstons had bled my mother dry, and Rowan’s family was supposed to do the same to me. But I would not let Ruby and Russ inherit a world built on stolen legacies. That day, kneeling on the floor of my grandparents’ dusty room, surrounded by the scent of paper, I made a silent vow. I would reclaim what was ours. Even if it meant burning the Black name. As I closed the journal, I opened over to a final page. There, scribbled in the corner, was a strange symbol , an unfamiliar crest, two serpents coiled around a crown.

The contradiction haunted her. Needing distraction, she spent the rest of the day reading, pacing, searching for anything about him. But there was nothing. No written trace of Axel Morino or the elusive Morino family. Mafia ghosts. The only thing she could find was the family crest—a black, double-headed dragon branded into the doors, carved into the headboard, stitched into the fabric of certain furniture like a hidden warning. A dragon. Two heads. One beast. Two sides of the same man. Her fingers brushed the branded insignia, tracing the outline over and over again. The symbolism wasn’t lost on her.

"I expect every one of you to show the utmost respect and decorum." Mrs. Doris continued, "Please join me in welcoming-" She didn't get to finish. The sound of horses echoed through the courtyard. veryone turned toward the gates. A carriage rolled into view, and the whispers started immediately. It was an obsidian black color with silver symbols decorated its sides. The symbol was instantly recognizable. It was the Creed symbol. From the house of Alpha Talone Talia's stomach dropped. No. No, no, no. The Creed family. The Alpha family. The family her uncle had tried to sell her to like she was cattle.

I took a sword and stood up from my seat, then I began to descend the stairs. The crowd made a way for me to walk through them, and once they did, the dark lord came into view. He wore a black robe which had a hood that covered his face. I began to approach him. As I walked, I swung my sword and shouted. "You may be thinking that the rumors about you have injected fear into every other pack. Well, I'm sorry, you've stepped into the wrong pack!"

I know that I have the mark of the Raven, tattooed in pure black ink. "What does it look like now?" I groaned uncomfortably. "Please don't tell me we're part witches too." “A white crow and a black wolf,” The elders glanced at each other again. "We don't have any witch blood in our family tree. But the ritual was performed by magic. The drink you drink is what binds you to this family, makes you feel stronger." My eyebrows furrowed. "Cannot!" My breathing is shallow. "How did this happen? Did I just have a mark like you guys? Why is my Raven white?"

“Elsa gave me a book when we were at the Gods Peak—Jack’s hideout. It had some basic points about magic, and the same symbol was in there.” “Magic?” Leila’s eyes widened slightly, her gaze snapping back to the symbol on the page. “That’s strange… I found this book in the basement of our house. It was among a collection of old, nearly falling-apart tomes. All of them had the Hart crest on their covers.” She flipped the book, showing me the crest: a vial with wolf’s teeth in the center. I felt a jolt of recognition. The connection between the books, the crest, and the magic—it was too much to ignore. The weight of it crushed down on me, and suddenly everything felt dangerously close to unravel

“Berus.” Silas called into the crowd, waiting as a dark figure emerged from the crowd, a black aura surrounding him. I lifted my head slightly so that I could see him, this large cloak covering a hunched frame, a large, bony hand holding onto an oak staff which was twisted up towards the heavens, an elegantly placed crystal ball attached to the top, the oak curling around it. His face was covered partially by his wavy silver hair, his amethyst eyes shining through, promising me a world of pain should I take even a single step out of line. His dark blue cloak was tattered and old, the colour fading ever so slightly, his skin sagging and wrinkled. I knew of this warlock, I knew that he was a n

He pushed Terry to run back to the motorbike, and he quickly dodged the knife and immediately punched the man in the black shirt in the head with a knockout. Harry ran over to sit on the man's back, then put his arms around his neck and rolled up his sleeves, revealing a tattoo of a three-headed dog, scaring the man in black there: "Three-headed Dog! You're from Cerberus Guild? " Harry said to the fear of the sentence, only cold teeth said: "If you don't want to die, get out of here! From now on, I don't want to see you on this road! " "Yes, yes, I'll go now! From now on, I won't come back here, please! "