Black Mare Patronus Novels & Stories

Theodore moved aside to give way to Elder Nyra who stepped forward on the stage. “The Bloodmoon Stag is said to be the guardian of the Moon Goddess’ secrets. It is translucent silver-red, seen only through peripheral vision, often leaving behind glowing hoofprints and a trail of mist. When approached with aggression, it vanishes. When approached with reverence, it reveals a piece of itself willingly.” she paused, and her gray, lifeless eyes only staring forward into space.

First: Spinal serum of a Farse Wild Hare. A creature thought extinct in most parts of the world, the Farse Wild Hare only surfaced during lunar eclipses and could sense magical intent. Its spinal serum was said to heighten the clarity of inner transformation magic. A single drop was enough to make any shape-shifter’s body reject toxins embedded in bone or blood. Second: Ashen tongue of a Drelvine Serpent.

"I don't want her dead." This time, it was Deandra whose smile widened. "Is that the artist-and-his-creation protectiveness? How cute." She sneered at him. Swansea held out a hand to calm Deandra and she forced her eyes back to Kieran Masters. "Tell me about the information you have for us." "Um... The tenth Patron is dead." He said it out immediately. "She was killed by the blue wolf." The nine Patrons shifted uncomfortably in their seats as some folded their hands.

This was no mere social dinner, it was a delicate meeting between leaders, where every smile carried subtle caution. The Blood Moon warriors eyed the elaborate dishes warily, unsure whether they should eat. After all, the witches’ pack had long held a notorious reputation, who knew if they’d cursed the food with dark magic? Amid this feigned merriment, Raven suddenly rose, holding a thin porcelain cup filled with Moonnectar. Soft light reflected in his deep eyes, revealing emotions only he understood, tender, melancholic, like stars shimmering behind a veil of mist.

It was Lucy. “I can’t!” Patrea hissed. “Do you need anything? I can make it appear here.” Lucius added. “Are you even listening?” Patrea glared at him, and smoke arose from her body as her eyes continued to glow red. It used to be a purple mist that emitted from her body whenever she was happy or upset just like Althea. But ever since her body transformed into a half-demon, the purple mist disappeared and was replaced by black smoke.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

Ink walks over to me asking if I was okay, I smile thanking him where he shakes his head. "I should be the one thanking you, you helped me get out of a situation where I'd probably be in to the day I died" he smiles, I mean I didn't do much I just knew what was best for him "oh I got you this, back when we had our first conversation you mentioned something about mice drinking milk, so I thought I'd buy you a book" he smiles, handing me a little book with a mouse on the front, I can't believe he remembered that was so long ago. He picks Amelia up telling me he wanted to show her a cool fish tank, while I flip through the book, once I find the answer I turn to look at Blake.

A wizard that can par to Marvellion Ancienterre. Here he is, been mocked by this insolent kid. A disrespectful brat. He will show this kid that he shall be feared. A black solid ball wrapped by a very prominent intensifying lightning formed on his right palm. This is the full force of his magic; supreme ultimate sacred magic: Enoxial bemothe.

Patience's past drone research had been confidential. "So, nothing to declare?" Hazel smirked. "Lying has its place, but this isn't it." Allies of the Bluemoon Pack joined in the mockery. Infuriated, Yvette seethed, but Patience coolly said, "The truth will out." "Stubborn as ever," Hazel sneered. At that moment, a sleek black horse was led over. "Mr. Gross, this horse is a gift from Bluemoon. It's already been tamed," Winston said ingratiatingly. "Why not give it a try?"

Patrice snapped her heavy eyelids open. A sudden, sharp current of pure electric energy shivered through the quiet morning air of the lawn, making the blades of grass ripple outward in a perfect circle. Her small pupils dilated instantly, her eyes flashing into a brilliant, piercing void of pure royal silver. The rare lineage frequency hummed out from her tiny frame, but it didn't burn her veins or trigger a painful supernatural fever this time. Backed by the raw chunk of Lunar-Vein Obsidian resting beneath her bed, her young body held the dominant royal power with absolute, flawless control. Without uttering a single word, Patrice tilted her face up and looked directly at three massive, se