Black Hogwarts Novels & Stories

I felt my shoulders pull back as I inhaled the scent of wet earth and wood in the castle foyer, mounting the horse and throwing my fist out just as the horns blared and we set off, my royal cape flapping behind me as I slapped the grey horses behind. Gobar had still not shown, but I still had the hound shadowlings under my control for a while, the energy of the dark moon’s spell coursing through my veins, burning at my fingertips. Fucking Hagrid, letting that blasted woman run away the way he did. It was what I got for trusting royal responsibilities to undeserving wolves. A good ol’ knife in the fucking shins.

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Like a decayed body. I took a step back, keeping my distance from the dreadful stench. "It's burned from the inside." I mumbled, holding my breath. The scene before me is horrid. It's like a bomb just exploded inside it causing the organs to break into pieces; the blood is all slimy and dark. "Get Ambrose." Izaac ordered As he said, I went back inside and called Ambrose. Everyone gathered outside at the back of the castle. "It's a rogue." Sage answered. He sat across the beast, eyeing the nasty thing.

As he was in the doorway with the knob in his hand, he turned his head. “I'll just say this once, Saga. Don't you dare help those two families any deeper. The girl you're looking for is Hugo Supernova's prey. She is a holy blooded wolvire.” Saga gasped, his eyes staring at his father without blinking. Mrs. Adrian stood up and said, “You don't need to worry anymore because INDICENT must have helped them. Just shut up and don't get into trouble. We don't want anything to happen to you, all right?”

Long ago when I was a little girl before the werewolves attacked the village, I once used to call home. My dad used to tell me stories about witches that dwelled not too far from our village in the hoods, where no sounds were made, no wind blew and everything was still there, even the waters. He used to tell me stories about witches with unbelievable abilities that were very strange to us humans. Witches that had the powers to see the future, to heal, to speak to the dead, and possess the soul of us, humans. I used to be scared of these frightening stories, but soon I had gotten to love them. Knowing that there were beings with such unique abilities

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

One stupid woman even said she would willingly give herself to him and make babies with him if he just gave her a glance. I also found out that he was the infamous Morgan Wright, the CEO of Wright Corporation and the heir to the Wright Empire. Before my uncle finished making his call, the whispers around me had already given me a vague impression of the handsome man, and I had also come to the conclusion; he was an arrogant jerk.

It seemed they didn’t care too much about the gruesome battle raging outside; their eyes were on the invisible barrier surrounding the house. As the witches walked along the edge, creating a semicircle around the barrier, another figure stepped out from the growing fog outside the tree line. The tall Raven had straight black hair that ran almost the entire length of her back. She was thin and had strange black markings all over her pale skin, which seemed to whirl on her skin as she began muttering something. A black film emerged as she chanted, swirling around her body in pulses.