Black Hermione Granger Novels & Stories

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

This was what they looked like when they were found. “No…” I whispered, tears streaking again. The woman lifted her head, blood dripping from her lips. And her face—it was Urmi’s face. Urmi is a witch? But it shifted, twisting, until it was Nymeria’s. Except not the Nymeria I knew. A darker version. Cloaked in black, her lips painted blood-red, her aura suffocating. She smiled lazily. “No need to hide who I am anymore. You’ll be dead soon.”

He glanced around, awaiting a response. Gamma Jannel is a captivating figure, a black she-wolf with a long, lean build that carries just the right amount of muscle. Her short Afro hair accentuates her strong, chiseled facial features that convey both authority and elegance. She bears a striking resemblance to the iconic Grace Jones, rarely smiles, and is continually absorbed in her work. Her presence commands respect and often gives chills to those who encounter her.

I smiled back at him, if only Sheila were as pretty as my Kayla the veil did no justice to her face, but then we have no other option than to try our best and be as discreet and careful as we could. "But then, you shouldn't be offended, I've never seen Luna Kayla, so that doesn't mean I've seen all the Lunas of alphas in all wolf kingdoms, but then, her ginger black hair is something else," Derek voiced out, obviously taken by the color of her hair, If only he knew shed dyed her hair into that color before we came to Ravenclaw. "Her hair sure is a wonder," I agreed.

asked the livable woman nervously intimidated by Illarion Black's aura. “We are looking for someone,” answered Hera, who was already standing next to her younger brother. Mama Dora immediately gasped when she saw the beautiful woman with wavy dark gray hair. Anyone knows who a woman famous for her beautiful face, graceful and looks very fashionable in her luxurious clothes is. “P-princess Hera?!” cried Mama Dora in a questioning tone, even though she already knew the woman. Hera rolled her cat-like brown irises. "See I'm more famous than you," she taunted Illarion.

She muttered as she clenched her jaw. “He didn’t do anything mom! He protected me from something! I went to Eileen house and there was a woman there who was not an human too, she was there in black and she would have attacked me if Alston did not interfere! So he did not do anything!” She yelled back. Shock contorted on Mrs jenkins face as Arya said all these and as the tears poured down her face. “What was the thing like?” She gulped down as she asked. “It was black. She had brown eyes before and then turned black.” Arya retorted.

“Don’t speak ill of the goddess, Valeria. Do you want to be stricken with madness?” “I agree with her.” My eyes narrowed as I peered at the figure in front of me through the darkness. She had blonde hair was clad in a black attire. I couldn’t make out the color of her eyes, but I could bet they were black. Sniffing the air quietly, I realized she wasn’t a werewolf. This woman was a griffin—a werewolf’s greatest enemy. “Get out of my path, thief.” I growled at her, hoping my aura would frighten her, but she remained calm. Weird.

My eyes flutter shut momentarily, before opening again. Suddenly, I feel a presence approaching me and my head snaps up. "Bellatrix," I hear a familiar voice whisper. I turn around and my breath catches in my throat. Standing in front of me is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her long black hair flows freely down her back, framing her face perfectly. She wears a simple white dress, with golden sleeves. Her skin is so pale she looks almost ethereal, and the light reflects beautifully on her perfect skin, enhancing the light hues of green on her cheeks and lips.

His fingers, once unassuming, now twitched with anticipation, eager to grasp the dark powers that lay just beyond his reach. Helen, too, bore the marks of her otherworldly existence. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded like an inky waterfall down her back, framing a face that seemed to defy the laws of time. Her delicate features held an ethereal allure, an enchantment that whispered of forgotten secrets and forbidden knowledge. And those emerald eyes, so captivating and mesmerizing, were the windows to a soul steeped in darkness.

she spat bitterly and I frowned. "Excuse me?" I squeaked in surprise, not knowing why she was angry with me when I was the one who was kidnapped and even tried to run away but was caught. "Oh, don't mind her," intervened another dishevelled and exhausting looking wife. She had dark circles under her eyes, her cheeks were sunken in and her dress looked creased, "Katherine is always moody, and looking for a fight when there's really no reason for it," she glared at Katherine, "my name's Hermione, and I'm Quentin's seventh wife. It's lovely to finally talk to you and sit with you like we're doing today. You really are as beautiful as Brigitte has repeated for the past few weeks."