Black Mare Patronus Novels & Stories

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

Soree said. “Then she knew what you were, are.” “What? How?” “When female kissed pups are born, their eyes flash silver and blue. They can’t control anything yet. When they get full of emotion, they flash.” Bear confirmed. “Makes sense,” I agreed. “The Matron knew about Luna-kissed then?” Soree asked. “We can’t know for sure, but if she didn’t, having a pup that had flashy eyes would have caused an uproar.” Maw suggested. “I doubt you would have had a quiet life in your dormitory.”

"I have what you seek. Charms that reveal the truth, the hidden, the forgotten." Cassie's eyes widened as she took in the array of enchanted items. She reached out, her fingers brushing against a pendant shaped like a crescent moon. It hummed with power, a soft glow emanating from its depths. Beside her, Xavier's gaze was drawn to a silver wolf's head, its eyes like twin moons. Xiemna, meanwhile, found herself drawn to a small, intricately carved wooden figurine of a wolf, its eyes glowing with a soft, ethereal light.

Why do I still refer to this heartless woman as 'Mum'? Tara came back with the girls and made them stand in line. The youngest was maybe around thirteen or fourteen years old and oldest around seventeen or eighteen. The girls looked terrified. I was so angry at this sight! I knew about the drugs but never heard about them auctioning girls! I tried to remain calm, but it was not easy, and I am sure that Gabriel noticed as he slightly tightened his grip on me with the arm which was around me as I sat on his lap. With a motion of his fingers, he called Alex to him and whispered something into his ear. Alex went over to the girls as if inspecting each one and went back over and whispered into Ga

"Someone has purposely poured black rosewater on my horse carriage. Now my chariot is broken. Destroyed. Even my horse melted into black smoke." "Melt?" asked the host's assistant. "It's terrible. What a pity for that horse." Rain poked Jace's arm. "How can a horse melt just because of rosewater?" Jace looked down and whispered something to Reia. "It's a magic horse made by the old warlocks. They traded the magic horses to pull the carriage out of sight of mortals. The price is very, very high. Therefore only nobles can possess it." "Including the horse carriage belonging to the Darkwood Kingdom?"

That was when Tristan saw her for the first time. She was an old mare, short by nullyard standards. In her long, wavy mane of an amazing black-violet color, which descended in luxurious strands all the way to her feet, there were many gray strands hidden. The gray-blue eyes, like a foggy haze, looked displeased and suspicious, although there was still a certain amount of curiosity in them. The mare crossed his path, blocking the nervous young mothers, whose foals were getting in the way, not understanding why the atmosphere around had suddenly become so tense.

Aiden guesses, not that it needs much guesswork. “A ghost,” I nod. “His horse is a stallion. Blackmarsh has mares. There have been foals that we don’t have another explanation for. They’re not ghosts, they’re perfectly normal horses as far as anyone can tell. They’re very, very good horses. Promises Kept is one of them, Keppy for short. He’s one of Katie’s competition horses.” “Ghosts can do that?” He sounds dubious. I’d never have guessed it was possible either, if I hadn’t seen the evidence. “What about Bellmouth, does he have puppies?”

A look of dismay and confusion crossed Hecate’s face when the red light pouring out faded as her hands trembled. Patricia’s eyes snapped open before she raised a hand at Hecate. A fiery black ball shot from her hand. It happened so quickly that none of us expected it to hit Hecate in the chest. Choking, Hecate stumbled on her feet. Astounded, Hecate glanced down at her hands before looking back at Patricia. “How is this possible?” She asked herself. “You’re a mortal witch!” She barked at the witch. “You’ve got to stoop to the same level as someone whose only motive is to take over the whole world even if that person is your very own Goddess.” Patricia stated, loud and firm.

the strange creature explained, “I tried to see what she was doing in order to get the location of the person who possesses the necklace and I failed. Please forgive me for my lack of preparation.” “Do not worry yourself,” The master whispered. "The necklace is powerless until the twenty-first century. The full moon which rises this year cannot glorify the cause that Blackwheel seek. We must wait for another two hundred years to pass." “So, I am vindicated from my mistakes?” the strange creature asked. “Not so fast," the master smiled. "I have created a lovely potion for you to drink. We must celebrate the coming of a full moon." The master handed the strange creature a golden cup.

Just when I think I’m finally fitting in, finding my forever home, I feel like an idiot. Were there witches and fairies at Midnight Moon too then?? Did Mason know?? He never even remotely said anything. I never noticed anyone doing anything weird. I don’t think so anyhow. I mean, yeah I saw wolves around all the time and the occasional other animal but I never went out with them at night hunting. I assumed the other animals were real, or even just visitors. When Javed leads me away from the party, I stare at him desperate for answers. Lucy doesn’t know what to think, she’s just as confused. But she hasn’t been around long enough to have been paying attention to such things.