Romans & histoires Black Hermione Granger

I did have some fear for her because she was dangerous and unpredictable but I was going to put my fear for her aside and face her one on one. “Hermione! The pendant!” She demanded and I swallowed hard. Her voice was deep and husky, curtesy of the black smelly smoke. I moved away from her while she continued to inch forward. The stench released by the dark clouds was making me very dizzy to the point of losing my sight.

She murmured slowly. Like thunder, the realization hit my head. So, the car which almost stimulated an accident is belonging to them. You bloody! I badly wanted to put some sense into her thick skull but when I looked at her pleading eyes, my anger flew away. It's beautiful... She has light green eyes and brown coloured lengthy eyebrows. She has brown wavy hair that matches her eyebrows. She was wearing skinny black jeans and a pink top which made her look beautiful. Of course! Pink is every girl's favourite colour.

After an annoying and exhausting meeting, I dashed into my mansion to see nobody. There were no workers, and my parents weren't there. I thought they would be in their respective room so I strolled to my own room. I was too stunned that I was emotionless. What I see inside my room was– A girl. She had hazel siren eyes, her upper lip was thinner than her lower one, red hair which was flowing down her shoulder and she was dressed that her upper body and her lower body was revealing. Exactly like a–sexy girl.

I can’t fall in her trap. “Nobody can forget you Hecate, especially when you being so kind.” I said and finally turn to face her. I have to turn the tables back before it’s too late. She was now in her usual self, not the all-mighty powerful goddess of underworld I summoned but the Powerful head-witch of her coven I once worked for. Long jet-black hair, that she wore in a braid down her waist, her black eyes which changes their colour quicker than the mood of Zeus himself. not that I know Zeus myself, but I know one thing for sure, he one arrogant self-centre son of a bitch.

But he had to endure it for the old man's sake. The clicking of heels was heard coming towards them. Each step was alarming and raised the heartbeats of the people present in the hall. The hall fell into an eerie silence. The woman in black with her amber eyes resembling that of a wild beast. Her long raven black hair darker than the devil's soul and a smirk that could even cheat the devil himself. 'The Goddess of destruction.'

Hermione burst into the room.She was still unconscious.The doctor was attending to her.She was bleeding from her head.“Excuse me ma'am you can't be in here,you have to wait outside until the patient ...”she said.“This is my daughter and yes I have to fucking be here,”she said.Three nurses helped take her out.Hermione broke down.Not another child.Not this one.She sat there staring into space praying and crying.That girl Cami.This was the second time Cheryl would be in hospital because of her.She had to take legal action.No justice could be served at the expense of her child.She had to do something.

"Y-your majesty, you're here. I was just-" "Cut the pretentious acts, Hera. For someone who is the oldest ice witch of our clan, you're such a fool. Lochan cares about no one but himself and clearly, you're just trying to force him to love you. I don't know if I should feel sorry for you or upset because of everything you've done" I say and she narrows her eyes. "Do not underestimate me, Zeron. I am not afraid of you, it was all an act. I am the oldest witch in the history of the ice witches and because of this, I have learnt both white, grey and black magic. I have also mastered the dark arts unlike everyone else and I am the only one who is strong enough to get rid of you" she says and I

My stomach churned and twisted itself into knots so tight I felt nauseous. And they were beautiful. Of course they were. The first woman to emerge from the lead car made my breath catch in my throat. Not from admiration. From the sudden certainty that I could never compete with someone like that. Her hair was and black hair. It fell in perfect waves down her back. She moved with lethal grace like a panther stalking through tall grass. "Selene Darkwater." I heard someone say below my window. Maybe a pack member whispering to another. I moved outside to peep who it was and definitely it was pack members talking to each.

Her hair is an equal shade of black, but curly and wild sitting on her head in an untamed heap. My eyes trail down the length of her face, down her beautiful, barely there forehead because of how much space her hair takes up there, her rounded, full cheeks, small pointy nose and peach plump lips. She is the perfect image of a black goddess, beautiful and utterly unique. Maybe that's why she is being bullied, because she is a black woman. The anger in me surges even higher and I sigh. “Can you tell me something, Lina?” I ask as I pat her hair down softly.

I turn my head and right at the entrance behind us is a woman. It is the Sorceress and she is an enchantress. Her long black hair tumbles past her shoulders and touches the top of her breasts that swell above her dress’ low neckline. Her eyes are ebony black and her lips rose red. At first glance, she looks like Snow White from the Grimm brothers’ fairy tale and for a long time, none of us moves. Then she smiles, flashing her pearly whites. “Helios, Elena and Ian.” She knows our names. And she has sharp teeth. Very sharp teeth.