Dark Hermione Novels & Stories

I call her personalities Dark, Light, and Grey. Dark is the hardest to handle: aggressive, sexual, unpredictable, hard, mean, sneaky. Grey is my favorite. She’s a mix of both Light and Dark... confident, loyal, brave, smart, funny, but still a little sexual, a little mean when needed, and rough around the edges. Light is quiet, almost mute, scared of anything that moves. She hides in dark corners. Light is probably the part of Haru’s soul that Sir broke... the part that needs protecting.

"You've been distracted lately." "I'm managing it." She stood beside me. "And I have heard an interesting rumour." I remained silent. “My dear mother, I didn’t know you were into gossip now.” She looked out over the city. "They say Blackthorn's most untouchable student has a girlfriend." A faint smile touched her lips. "Tell me, Adrian..." She turned her head just enough to look at me. "...who is Elena Carter?"

The shadows in the corners of the room seemed to stretch toward the book, hungry and listening. "It's fighting you," Marcus Blackthorn drawled from the armchair in the corner. He was swirling a glass of blood-laced bourbon, looking for all the world like a bored aristocrat watching a gladiator match. "Dark magic has an immune system, Vida. It knows you're a High Witch. It doesn't like you." "I don't need it to like me," I muttered, wiping a fresh trickle of blood from my nose with the back of my hand. "I need it to talk."

I thought. We were already placed in the woods and the minotaur was about to light the woods when an old woman staggered out of the dark, "Stop Diriki!," she yelled. she had a wooden walking stick with her it was dark but with the wooden torch I could make out her face, she's very wrinkled and old, her eyes were without irises. Making her look more frightening. Thera, the great-granddaughter of the first warlocks that practiced black magic and Empusa's oldest Cousin.

The daughters of the high Lords, or as I liked to call them; the Courtyard Hags. “Selena.” Hermione purred, stepping out from under the archway with her usual entourage of highborn airheads. She was a perfect kid of expensive silks and fangs, and it rubbed off on me the wrong way. “Youre dressed, comfortably. How noble of you.” Hermione and I weren't friends, but I knew an insult when I heard one. “Thanks.” I let out, my smile bright. “I was going for, the financially humble, emotionally stable look. I nailed it, didn't I?”

Her eyes darkened. “That man took my happiness and crushed it,” she continued bitterly. “He hid me in his shadow while he played happy family.” “Georgia can burn in hell,” she spat. “Marlene survived this one—but she won’t survive the next.” She laughed softly, tears stinging her eyes. “You’re good at this game, Francesca,” she whispered to herself. “Very good.”

I couldn't move anymore; she excitedly stood up and hugged me. "I freaking missed you, my dearest cousin!" I closed my eyes as her scent lingered in my nostrils—sweet and delectable. Fuck! I immediately opened my eyes, which widened in response to what I had just thought. As I looked down at my cousin's neck. It was very exposed. I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I can see right through it. I can see her veins. I can see her blood. I can see the placements. I felt dizzy again and held her back, knowing that it was the only way I could retain my sanity. I pushed myself to calm down by closing my eyes again and taking a very deep breath.

"Is it scaring you?" "I don't want you to loose your innocence." I inhaled her divine scent. "Doesn't mean I can't enjoy the doom of my enemies..." She whispered on my lips. "I am here to take care of your enemies... You don't have to do your hands dirty." She is already in my dark world but I don't want her to get consumed by it. This darkness shouldn't dim her light. She gently placed her lips on mine, making me drink the wine from her mouth. Her lips moved like rhythm.

Odhan said. He know his father very well, he would use all the tricks in his pocket. "Is that so?" Lucian sneered. Threaten them? The Lord of the dark creatures will have a surprise of a lifetime. Yes, the lord of the dark creatures might be powerful, but they are not useless either, Lucian thought. A lone figure stumbled out of the black hole. Once the shadow removed the cloak from its head, everyone was surprised. Because it is a beautiful girl with long black hair, black eyes, and olive-colored skin. She is beautiful in her way.

Alex was baffled, and Hermione reacted similarly. The light on her body didn’t extinguish and instead became brighter. The energy grew stronger, bleeding into reality, and Hermione seemed to be shrouded within the bright light. It seemed as though she was influenced by it, and her consciousness gradually blurred, and she cried out, “Master, save me!” Then, she fainted.