Black Hermione Granger Novels & Stories

Her heart yearned for the coveted position. I will ensure she never gets her hands on the position she desires. The pack was in agony over the loss of their leader, consumed by grief and despair. However, they seemed oblivious to the culprit responsible for this heinous act. But I knew the truth - Hermione had committed this unforgivable deed. *** BLAKE POV

Hermione tends to go off track whenever she has a confrontation with her mother. I've witnessed two instances where Hermione lost her temper after confronting her mother. The first time, she drove recklessly, causing me concern as I trailed her. The second time, I was the target of her aggression, until she eventually came to terms with her reality and found the courage to stand up to her mother. Given her history with Mrs. Pierce's overbearing nature, Hermione strikes me as a resilient individual. Many would have been broken by her mother's behavior, which tends to dominate and disregard Hermione's decisions.

“Longer, miss. I’ve worked here as his housekeeper for the last five years. I’ll get you water!” “Oh, what’s your name?” I asked, liking her chatty nature. I could make friends with her and get to know a lot about my captor! “Stella Hawkes! I know you’re Hermione Averoff!” I gasped at the way she pronounced my full name. I hated it. “Please call me Hera. I hate my full name!” “Why? It’s so exotic, a symbol of intelligence in our era! Hermione was the daughter of the Greek messenger God, Hermes. I’m sure you know that already!”

A misunderstanding could happen and that was the last thing I had ever wanted. "Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

The girl named Hera yelled after her. Having a closer look at her, I discovered that Hera has thick, long black-brown hair. She was curvaceous but not obese. Her hair was almost reaching her waist, she had a sharp and precise jawline that was accentuated with a long and slim nose. Her eyes are dark brown. She's so beautiful. "Thanks for that," I appreciated her and she smiled. "You're welcome. I'm Hera by the way" "I'm Babara Arnold," "Ooh. You're the infamous new girl who caused the fight"

This girl -- she changed into retaining her breath. With a flash of the fast sword, the blade got here reducing head-on. Instantly, an extended incision was made on the gown. Helena's uncovered frame changed into cladding in a black outfit. The consultant of witches' evil. All the essential regions of her frame had been wrapped in black leather-based that resembled bandages carved with spell incantations. The relaxation of her pores and skin changed into every day in the shade and uncovered for all to see. Her pores and skin changed into a glittery and slippery searching oily sheen.

The woman says, smiling cunningly. She’s the first to mention Selene, with most avoiding even mentioning, let alone hinting at her. Almost as if she simply did not exist or, as Soren has told us, dare not speak of her as it is forbidden. Yet here is a woman, not caring about that. With her long black hair, a jewelled star embedded in the centre of her forehead, and steel-grey eyes, I knew who she was before she had even introduced herself. Hecate herself.

“Do you love me?” I adored Hera but I would be lying if I said I loved her. “No but I want to.” I stared at her. Hera was a strong woman but seeing her blush and unsure was also nice. Her shoulder length black hair looked silky all the time, always tempting me to touch and find out how it felt. Her lips looked sinful and I'd imagined it doing inappropriate things sometimes but, her eyes, a mixture of hazel and gold. They seemed to suck you in once you stared at them.

He stepped inside with Prince Ron, leaving the Enforcer with Lord Eron standing watch outside. The chamber was dim, lit only by one torch on the wall and seated cross-legged on the stone floor was a goddess. Her hair was as black as midnight ink, bone straight and long, falling over her shoulders and back, decorated with silver rings and bone charms. Her skin was pale, as though there wasn't an ounce of blood in her veins and her lips were painted a deep black. She was dressed in a black cloak which exuded a faint smell of herbs but nothing about her was as astonishing as her piercing multicoloured eyes.

Ty che, blyad? When I blink open my eyes, I can see two people a male and a female standing there. The female smirks at us. Out of the corner of my eyes, I watch Zion and Alpha Zac flanking me against the female, who appears to be the black witch. She's dressed in a black robe but her skin is pale, almost ghostly. Her black nails stand in an extreme contrast against her pale skin. Even her eyes are black with a sharp nose and sharp facial features. Her ghostly black hair is flowing around her black robe and her white teeth flash as she smirks at us standing opposite to her.