Blood Quill Harry Potter Novels & Stories

his voice was a low, furious hiss, "where did you get this fake mark?" "What cheap trick did you use?" "Speak!" I felt the sting of his nails in my skin but simply stared back at him. "Asher," Cora's eyes flashed with venom as she pulled a strange-looking pen from her hair. "Since it's a fake, let's destroy it." The pen glowed with an eerie green light. "This is a Corruption Quill," she brandished it proudly. "It's designed to erase false magical sigils. If it were a true divine blessing, this quill couldn't touch it. But if it's a forgery..."

What was written in the book was in an archaic language that I could not read. As he began to chant the spells, a familiar whirl settled around us, creating a barrier and I gasped. Magic is sometimes pretty, especially when used in the right hands… “Give me your hand.” He says sternly. I do so immediately and he slashed my wrist with a pen knife, allowing the blood to drip into a cauldron. The pain made me bite my lower lip, I didn't want to cry out because he slashed his own too and twirled the blood in the cauldron together.

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.

he said starting at the map “but we are not sure about her exact location” “So how are we going to know her exact location?” I asked, feeling excited that I am so close to finding Scarlet. “I learned a new spell,” he said and led me to a brown bowl filled with water “What is this” “It is used to find people at a very close range, unlike the map,” he said a spell before placing his hand inside the water “I will need your blood” Bringing my hand forward, I allowed my blood to drop into the water. Then I removed his hand from the water and it started spinning, I kept on staring at it in anticipation.

His mouth doesn't move, but I can hear his voice, loud and clear. “Your last supper!” I spit, my eyes darting around expectantly but no one comes. He releases a low growl before lunging for me, claws swiping at the air, aimed at my chest. I turn on my heels and race down the alley, hissing in pain as his claws meet the skin on my back. “Just a few drops of your blood, and my senses feel sharpened,” He lets out a low growl, and I hear him lunge for me again.

Soon enough, she picked up a pen and scribbled his name under. Lord Xandros. Yep. It was equal now. She giggled and dropped the pen, walking towards the shelf. Her eyes fell on the book. Diary of the witches. She picked it up out of curiosity and opened the first page . "The witch's heart is a secret, one locked behind shadows. The first spell is born of blood– Ah!" Her finger swiped through the sharp edge of the book and it cut her, a little blood forming on the top. Anna clicked her tongue as she cleaned the blood off and continued reading.

"I know right, I'm starting to think that there's a puzzle embedded in the note she gave to me" Jordan said walking towards when he felt the floorboard creek under his feet. He bent down and removed it to find the spell book and a sigil on it that almost covered the front page of the book. "Found it," Jordan said and started flipping through the pages looking for the one that draws a human out of hell. "Got it, this spell requires the blood of an owl for sacrifice to bring out a living being from hell" he explained to them. "Where are we supposed to find an owl?" Gabriel asked.

I scream, clutching my belly and bringing my glow to the surface in warning. A few of them step back. Nobody wants to mess with the crazy hybrid. A glass vial smashes over my head, hitting the large metal wall behind me. Looking up, I watch the fluid from the vial slowly drip down the smooth surface, its purplish tinge oxidizing into a bloodish brown color as it hisses and steams its way down the wall. I don’t know what that spell does when it hits flesh, and based on the smell, I don’t want to know.

You can practically see his brain computing outputs. “After this episode that happened a couple of days ago, I took to the library to see what I could find about witches and how to defend my pups, mate and myself from another attack. During my findings, I came across this book and there is a section about potions and runes.” I said, opening the book and then pointing to the footnote, “This footnote suggests that phoenix blood will suppress a witch’s abilities, long enough to eliminate the threat. It doesn’t say how to use it or where to get it though. Which is why I reached out to Dr. Hadley, and from there, you know the rest.” I said. Dr. Higslee puts down his tea and stares off into space,

Generations of magical knowledge are all jammed unto the same old bookshelf. She pulls out a heavy grimoire bound in cracked black leather. A heavy iron lock prevents it from being opened. The witch brings it to the kitchen table and drops it on the surface. Reaching into a kitchen drawer, she pulls out a silver knife—an athame as Willow once explained to me—and slices into her forearm. The smell of fresh blood has me holding my breath as drops of ruby drip on the cracked leather. “Why is the blood necessary?” I ask, knowing this has to be some kind of witch thing I don’t understand.