Black Mare Patronus Novels & Stories

The parchment groaned under the weight of the history it held. “I got his background,” she whispered, her eyes fixed on a specific page where the ink seemed darker, almost like it had been stained with dried blood. “Who is he?” I raised my brow, a cold sweat breaking out across my neck. I was terrified of the answer, but the silence was even worse. “The Puppet Master,” Patricia began, her voice gaining a haunting clarity. “He isn’t just some rogue or a random sorcerer. His name was Enrique, and according to these records, he was the son of—“

Although she is a turned Marcos had a nagging suspicion somehow she could be connected with the royals he loathed. “Enough of this” Talon stated pushing Seb out the way to have a look at her himself. Similar to Seb he pried open her eye. The pupil that he saw took his breathe away. No, it can’t be its impossible! He locked eyes with his master silently asking him to look at her. Marcos walked over slowly to look at the eye Talon still held open. All three men stared in utter disbelief at the bright blue eye with spots of moving gold specks in the center. No one said a word as Talon continued to hold it open. The silence around them was deafening as they all thought about the impossible occur

An invasion of the mind was common to wolves, telepathic links were what bound packs together but the Mente Compartida was a much more dangerous ritual. She looked to her father and nodded her head, he nodded back in understanding before turning. She faced the Alpha’s, equal looks of anger and fear in their eyes at the forgotten challenge. She ignored them and turned back to the male who kneeled before her. “I have shown you mercy. More than your father ever gave to my people,” She said to him. He met her eyes and sucked in a breath as their gazes connected. Silver and sapphire blue. Her beast locked tightly away under her skin, pushed to the back of her mind. She walked past him and let her

After that, alpha Klaus continued “I have three topics to discuss with you today. First of all, half bloods. The Crescent Moon pack treats all of its members equally, regardless of their blood origins. Half bloods are the same as pure bloods we do not discriminate between them. I know alpha Grey had a completely different perspective. However, you are part of my pack now and I will not be tolerant with anyone who treats them poorly. From this moment on, any half blood who wants to continue their education or participate in training is more than encouraged to. If you are unhappy with your current job, you can apply for another one and the beta in charge here will review it. Which brings me to

She blinked, breaking her hold over the butterfly, who sensing an opportunity for escape, quickly flew away into the surrounding forest, unaware that its short life had now been changed forever. She caught sight of one of the mansion staff leading Zeke’s horse across the lawn towards the stables on the far side and she quickly focused on the beautiful chestnut stallion, proudly cantering on the neatly trimmed grass. Again she concentrated her thoughts on the animal but this time the colour did not change nor did any other physical feature of the horse but instead Merlin turned and took off running through the trees at a speed impossible for humans and witches alike.

Small silver skulls lined the frame of the square seat where the diamond had been matted with brown fur. I did not need to tell the maiden that the skulls were real, the heads of my father’s enemies, and some of mine. It was obvious from the brown hues in the bone that the servant’s bone polish hadn't quite managed to even out the rot, making it equal parts beautiful and horrific. “Why did you bring me here?” The woman whispered, her back stiff now as i followed her eyes to the smaller silver throne beside the large one. The one belonging to the Queen of the mountains. My invisible mate.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Director Bones then starts talking. "What is your name?" "Peter Pettigrew." "Date of birth?" "May 12th of 1960." "Truth serum is confirmed to be working. Wizard in custody identified as Peter Pettigrew." She gives a small pause and continues to question. "Are you an animagus?" "Yes." "Are you a registered animagus?" "No." "What were you doing in the 2nd year male dormitory of Gryffindor's tower?" "I was hiding as a pet rat."

His self-possession had returned with the appearance of the mages. Reive turned to the monarch and answered, “Your majesty, this is a horse. I guarantee that you’ve never had such an animal. You don’t need to feed it. And it doesn’t need to have rest. You can ride it for days, and it won’t fall from exhaustion. Tiredness is unknown to it, as well as disease, hunger and death.” Gerhard shifted an amazed gaze to Scarlet Hoof and whispered, “Is that an undead horse?” “Exactly, your majesty,” the necromancer nodded. “And now, it’s yours.”

Some thing was about to happen; she could sense it. Beside her, her loyal companion, a majestic black wolf named Luna, her grandmother, exhibited a restlessness of her own. The fur on her back stood on end, her keen eyes scanning the surroundings with an intensity matching Emily's own unease. Luna Malfoy had always been attuned to Emily's emotions, and now her wolf instincts seemed to amplify the growing strangeness in the air.