Daphne Harry Potter Novels & Stories

That's why Duncan Hiddleston remained motionless. Phedra Elizabeth felt footsteps, she put her hands in front of her chest, taking a stance. Phedra Elizabeth sensed danger. A young man dressed in black slowly approached. He used sweet words to seduce Phedra Elizabeth. He is trying to hypnotize her with his own words, forcing her to voluntarily commit suicide. He slowly approached Phedra Elizabeth. Phedra Elizabeth knew well, that he was the enemy, the more she stepped forward, the more she backed away, reaching behind her back, touching something, it was a hammer. She gripped the hammer's handle tightly, waiting for him to come close to her. Phedra Elizabeth quickly threw her hands behind he

Sage “Sage! Sage! Where is that wolfless little urchin?” I hear Daphne, the Beta’s daughter and so-called future Luna, at least that’s how she regards herself, calling out to me as I rush inside the packhouse. “I’m here!” I answer, a little too breathlessly. “You’re late!” She chides, the promise of swift and severe punishment lurking in her eyes. Daphne grabs my wrists, twisting them painfully as she drags me closer. “You lazy little gutterpup! How dare you take advantage of your Alpha’s kindness!” I feel the sting on my cheek before I even register her hand flying out to slap me.

[ELARA] Daphne Elspeth, princess of Wyvern, embodies elegance and flawless beauty. Her presence is radiant, turning heads with every step she takes. Even King Eldric seems unduly captivated by her, ostensibly for her assistance in dismantling the Elspeth dynasty.

Like they were disgusted by me. I let a smile confident smirk curve the side of my lips as I walked on, my eyes scanning the entire length of the room and commiting the faces of everyone present to my mind. That was until my gaze locked on two very familiar faces. My spine went rigid. Daphne was standing near the grand staircase, a flute of champagne in her hand. She was wearing a dress that was far too white and far too tight, looking like she was trying to claim a purity she’d never possessed. And beside her stood Xavier.

He mumbled. The sorceress ignored him and went straight towards my mate. Sammy stood next to Savy, both of them looking at Daphne with a curiosity. I sighed. “This is Daphne, the pack sorceress and my good friend. Daphne, this is my mate, Savy and Caleb’s mate, Sammy.” I introduced them. My advisor looked at both of them with raised eyebrows, tilting her head to the side. “It's nice to meet you.” Savy said with a smile, giving Daphne her hand to shake.

To run to Zerach’s arms and bury the truth in his heartbeat. But Daphne was no longer the frightened girl who’d been traded to the Horned King. She was his queen now. And she would not live beneath another lie. She followed the tracks. The air thickened, rich with the smell of pine and rain. Somewhere far off, an owl hooted — a lonely sound that made her pulse race faster. Each step drew her closer to a faint glow ahead, a flickering orange halo in the dark. A house. No — a cottage. Hidden deep in the woods, as if the earth itself had tried to swallow it whole.

Dorothy had left and it seemed Drew had joined Abel and Daryl as the group stood outside the library. He glanced back to see the lone boy asleep at his table. The professor slowly brought his eyes back to meet Daphne’s. “You’re a Half-Myth.” The girl smiled shyly in response, “I have a Dream Acorn.” Professor Theodore frowned when she showed him a small item connected to her bracelet. He felt his eyebrows relax, “This is a Fairy Item.” He looked back at the girl and couldn’t believe it. She had not given off

"Hailey Fonte, you just won't give up, will you?" My eyes freeze at a spot on the floor, it is tiled, white with black speckles. I know that high voice all too well, and I know better than to flee. The cafeteria is silenced by her. Glancing up, slowly, I see her long platinum hair. Her hand is on her hip and her white t-shirt glows with the words: Coldgrove Dance Team. Daphne. "What? Have you gone mute too? Have your lies gone to your head? You know, you have real nerve coming back here."

"Sorry for the delay. Your gifts arrived late, and I couldn't come empty-handed. The roads were closed due to the rain as well. I'll be more punctual next time." He took the seat beside Hermione, his eyes sweeping over everyone at the table with a faint smirk. "Oh, Mr. Huxley..." Daphne said frantically. "I didn't know." "Of course you didn't. Otherwise, you wouldn't have questioned my moral conduct." Rhys's gaze pinned her in place. "I'm not a cheater, Mrs..." He trailed off, waiting for her to introduce herself. Daphne's face reddened further. She shot Hermione a venomous glare for not introducing her beforehand. "Daphne Windsor. I'm Hermione's—"

The way he makes my heart race, the way he—“ “Wow!” I could hear a large chorus, followed by loud claps. I opened my eyes and could see I had a mini ball of fire with blue and red flames. The fire glowed brightly, and I could feel the infinity sign on my neck stiffen. Professor Raven walked up to my table, her mouth opening in shock. “Goodness! Gracious! Who are you?” “My name is Daphne. I’m the new scholarship student,” “Wow!” She gasped. “I can see why you got a scholarship. You’re brilliant. You combined the lust plus desire technique without being taught. And the fire ball, it was large. Well done, Daphne,”