Dark Hermione Novels & Stories

she said as she stormed out of the room. "Queen," Ace Denzell bowed, fisting his hands against his chest. The Queen was an old woman with dark skin that contrasted sharply with the pale vampires of their bloodline. Her eyes were large, dark brown and her lips slightly red as they curled upward in an amused smile. She looked like she was born in the shadows. In her room, she had summoned the entire Dark Shadow Coven council, consisting of an Ace, two assassins knights, and a Witch Rosaline.

he whispered “This is exactly what I’ll do to that baby was it’s born and I get my hands on the filthy thing” ~~~ Far away from the forest, in a dark room, Hermoine stood alone. Her eyes were locked on a large monitor in front of her, showing a live feed of the feast. She had found a way to hack into the pack’s hidden cameras. She watched Elena smile. She watched Salvatore lean close to her. Hermoine’s hands clenched into fists. “I should’ve been Luna,” she whispered. “That should’ve been me.” Her chest burned with hate. She grabbed a glass bottle beside her and smashed it against the floor. Then another. Then another.

"Of course, Brother." The crone, the face of the scarred old woman, flashed in my mind like blinding lightning. The crone was the name that only the Overlord could call her. Even his brother referred to her by her title. The Dark Seer was her title. There was an ancient, sinister aura that she exuded that sucked the light and life out of wherever she passed through. Not that there was an abundance of either in the castle, but the Dark Seer was a force that drained the little hope left in the castle's walls. She had been with the Overlord for as long as anyone could remember, a shadow of death and decay, always lurking in the background, her presence an omen of doom. Her eyes, milky white and

***Evangeline point of view** The Great Hall sparkled with darkness. I stood before the massive mirror in my chambers, staring at someone I barely recognized. The woman looking back at me wore a gown made of midnight itself, black silk that seemed to swallow light and shadow flames dancing along the hem. Her dark hair was twisted into a crown of braids, and her eyes... her eyes were no longer brown. They were silver, cold as winter stars. This was Lunara Blackthorne. The Shadow Queen.

I asked the woman with short bleached hair. "Ginny Grey, we once worked in a movie, I guess you forgot," the woman responded and I immediately felt bad hearing those. "Oh my God, I am sorry I am bad at remembering people," I genuinely apologized but she just shook her head and smiled at me. "It's fine, I understand," she responded. I smiled at Ginny once again then diverted my eyes to the man beside her. "Jeremiah Smith," the man introduced himself so I took his hand and smiled at him as well.

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

I hated thinking I had to put her on the backburner in any way, but the next few days were going to be bathshit crazy and it was all hands on deck. I went online and ordered four dozen daisies for her, she had said something about them being her favorite when we were hiking. The party had to go off without a hitch and soon, Derek’s mom would learn she was losing her inheritance and her lifeline really. She would likely be broke since we all knew Phil had nothing really coming in and they lived on her allowance from Edwin. I couldn’t wait. Helen was a horrible, awful person, I’d met her a few dozen times throughout the years, and heard many conversations Derek had with her on the phone.

DARKEST LOVE Chapter seventeen "How many were those dead " His powerful voice sounded, breaking the silent trance they had all fallen into. Her Ladyship Kyran couldn't tear her gaze from the unknown woman beside him. So the rumours turned out to be true! An heavy weight settled in the pit of her stomach, the fires spread through her veins, making them throb painfully. The unknown woman did not have fair skin as she did, neither did she possess a glorious long golden hair that was almost white, but they was definitely something intriguing about her.

She can't still pinpoint his category- newborn, master, or elite, other than that he is a vampire. She remembered her eyes before everything had gone black; they are the most beautiful ones she has come across. They are not dull brown or dark brown. It's a balance in between which can only be described as the color of honey. Honey brown that is so light she could see the specks in his eyes.

I tell them. Hera suddenly takes out a knife and makes a cut across her palm. Then, she begins to chant a spell that sends the whole room shaking. Then, she channels a dark orb towards me. My shadows wrap themselves around the dark orb and dissolves it. Hera's features darkens and she begins to cast offensive spells using black magic but I remain totally unfazed by it. "Exhausted?" I taunt her and she throws me a dark look. "You really are foolish, aren't you? I am darkness itself, do you think you can bring me down with such feeble spells?" I demand as I walk towards her, every step I take causing the wind to blow a little harder.