Charms At Hogwarts Novels & Stories

Seven years with Luke Bates, and he still can't remember that I have a seafood allergy. Yet he treats that faded lucky charm locket in his car like a sacred treasure. Inside lies a note that says, "May God bless that specific someone with top marks. If it works, I'll go vegan for three months." Luke calls it a prank by his high school buddy and tells me not to get jealous over nothing right before we register our marriage. I believe him, happily pouring my heart into planning our wedding. Then comes today. I accompany him back to his hometown for a banquet, only for a woman in a floral dress to burst through the door with tears pooling in her eyes. The elders pulled her over, their fac

“No, they are not weaker than spells. In fact, you’ll see them as a special advantage in a couple of months, so you best pay attention.” The class went silent from her words, and once again I was left feeling confused. “They are more complicated than normal spells, and often, people get them wrong. But…” she lifted her wand, “When done right, a Charm can be a wizard's most powerful tool.” She swished her wand in a specific pattern before saying; “Avis!” Magic warbled in front of her before a large, white bird materialized from nothing and soared through the sky. It flew over the classroom, white wisps trailed behind it before it came to land on her arm.

Z said patting Razz on the shoulder as they turned and walked out of Lynn and Montego's house. They would wait for their family back it their house, they weren't going to follow the girl back to the pack house. They knew not to bother their parents while they were having a meeting at the Main pack house. “Well they aren't wrong, I can smell your blood, besides I was about to turn her into a poodle.” Charms said as she waved her wand that she had pulled out of her pocket. Razz gasped at seeing Charms waving her wand. “Oh we're going to be grounded until we’re grown. Momma and aunties are going to be pissed.” Razz whispered to himself as he shifted and walked Charms back out the door, followin

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”

Fresh out of the shower, black hair tied into a bun, a pair of glasses perched on her nose, an old sweater, nothing else, and a hypnotizing glimmer in her eyes. “Hello Abby.” “Anthony…”

I would hate to be tied here longer than I need to. Across the empty hall, double doors stood high and proud, made of brass that had intricate designs and carvings embedded into it; I saw a man and a woman in questionable positions, so raw I had to look away to stop the blush that was spreading all the way to the back of my neck. A great raven was in flight cawing down as some men burned in a fire. I saw majestic horses and men riding them, descending from the sky and in the chaos beneath their hooves. The carvings told a story; one I had no time to decipher because Wrath threw open the door and all the chatter behind it ceased.

"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.

They were too perfect to exist. "Boundary spells will take time to create hence the reason I brought a dark object that will immediately drain him of his power and make him seem more humane." Suzy winked at me. "What is the dark object?" Hilda touched a large palm tree bark and the wind started swirling almost immediately. "You will see," she said and stopped mid-air to inspect our surroundings. She slowed her breathing as she tried to make a magical reading.

Julius replied, whispering. Their conversation stopped when they heard the door open. The two men of different ages turned to find a handsome man confidently entering the room. His jet-black hair was neatly styled, giving a sense of freedom. Every movement of his head seemed designed to radiate firmness and calmness. His eyes, deep and sharp, radiated intelligence, and an unmatched charm. The soft and wise statement behind his gaze showed depth and life experience. His eyebrows were perfectly shaped, adding an extra dimension to his firm facial expression.

— We have a division in magic manipulation. I agreed, watching her close her hand, and some of the books from the shelf came towards us, piling up on the hidden table in the darkness. It was amazing to see, and I could hardly believe my luck. Now I was there, watching books floating in front of me. It was really quite a change. — Witches, Sorceresses, Wizards, Wicca, and Archmages. — Right.