Black Hogwarts Novels & Stories

But these past few years, the Middle Region Magic Academy's' previous results could only be described as bad. The rank bottom in all the academies resource ranking. Although in power ranking, the Middle Region Magic Academy ranks higher. That was because of the appearance of two individuals. One is the son of the famous magician from the Seeker Association and from a prestigious family, known as Almond Amulet." Almina's eyes twitched from the name. This name was of course very familiar to her, after all, It was her big brother.

"You are a tall fella, aren't you? So what's your name?" Lord Ravenclaw asked the half-giant wizard. "Rubeus Hagrid, your Lordship, keeper of the keys and grounds of Hogwarts." "Mr. Hagrid, so tell me, who is Aragog and why do you say it was not the attacker?" "Just Hagrid, please. Aragog is an acromantula, he lives deep in the forest now. And he never attacked anyone in the castle." The Bloody Baron added to Hagrid's tale just after.

A grin slipped onto his face and he continued, “Welcome to your own little Hogwarts!” Twisting the knob, Nate entered and Eira followed. After hearing the word ‘Hogwarts’ she had built up high expectations. The room wasn’t grand or beautiful. Truthfully, it was dull. First she took in were the shelves with several thick books that looked torn at the edges. There were a few wooden tables with differently shaped candles and pentagrams drawn over them. The walls were lined with crafts and charts that attracted her attention. Most of them were hangings that showed the phases of the moon. There was something written below each picture but it was a foreign language that she couldn’t understand. Sh

It was the very same Enchanted Forest where Dan found Mane. By now, Mane had studied the books he had received from Dan over and over again. He was knowledgeable in the information about Magical Beasts. The Rage Bull was a Middle Class Magical Beast that commanded herd of Low Class Magical Beasts called Dark Bulls. Dark Bulls were strong and fast, and had devilishly powerful horns that could split iron into two. They were called Dark Bulls because of the black color of their skin.

They are not completely a werewolf either. "They are the child of a werewolf and a witch." The blonde whispered, eyes widening in surprise. "And not just any werewolf and witch - an Alpha male and a covenant leader." Dagmar leaned back in her seat, studying the young she-wolf. "So, where did you hear about them from?"

She must think me a mug if she thought I was still going to want her after all the things she had done. "I, Luca Hind, Third in Command of the Darkness Pack, reject you, Charlotte Charles, as my mate," I spoke confidently and then walked out of the room without another look in her direction. She had done this and now she needed to live with the consequences of her actions.

Aliyaah said confused. Letting out a sigh "They are," Francis replied as he went upstairs. The next thing happened so fast,in the blink of an eye Aliyaah's Head was cut off alongside laila's. "Uh," Emma said trembling. "And you little boy , you won't be killed my me,"Aurora said. She was a black witch from the south empire,she was present in the council meeting disgused as a white witch. She had followed Francis home. Ava who was watching from the kitchen made sure to cry in silence to prevent getting caught by the dark witch.

CHAPTER VI: Trouble Young Marc’s eyes widened with anger. They were on fire and he seemed to want to destroy everything he could see right now. This is bad. The Sagittarius symbol is glowing on his forehead. Note to myself: Never provoke that kid. He's way too dangerous. “This is really bad,” Suzaine worriedly uttered. Yeah, it is. The magic flowing around rapidly increases as time goes by. It's going tremendous. “How dare you hurt my beloved pet, Poly! This is not a playground for the two of you, idiots!” Marc, the kid, angrily shouted.

On the eighth day, scouts reported that Liesel's army had entered the Black Forest. They were moving faster than expected, driven by hunger and rage and the dark magic that animated them. Their numbers had grown to nearly a thousand, a writhing mass of corrupted half-bloods who no longer remembered their names or their families or their lives. They were just creatures now, beasts with empty eyes and dripping fangs, following Liesel's commands because they could not do anything else. Elif gathered her army in the meadow. Five hundred half-bloods, scarred and weary and terrified. But they stood tall, their chins lifted, their eyes bright. They were ready.

The Blackthorn Pack was awake. I felt it the moment I stepped beyond the private corridors—hundreds of minds brushing against mine, some curious, some hostile, some sharp with hunger. The bond hummed uneasily, responding to the proximity of Ronan even though he walked several paces ahead of me, back straight, shoulders tense. We entered the Great Hall.