Deathly Hallows Hermione Novels & Stories

Blood and guts spray across the room as his body follows suit. Leaving her: Kim Mylean Ashyver - King of the Angles Glowing golden wings and halo Wind blowing around her Golden power sparking at her fingertips “You did good Kimmy.” I pop up next to her. She breathes and it begins to fade. He wings and halo she must still learn to use. To summon as she wishes. “Now it’s time to go.” The battle ringing outside rings through her as she takes off into a run. “You made the right choice,” Hermione, Goddess of Death, whispered next to me, “AllFather.” “I certainly did.”

I can't get up,i begin to crawl but its too late as i hear a voice that seems to belongs to a ghost say to me: "i am coming for you son of Hermes" The next thing I see is a saw shaped sword with chains wrapped around it handle flying towards my head at unimaginable speed.It seems to split the sky as it vibrates the real essence of destruction.I close my eyes as i await death The saw shaped sword makes its way to my neck and as it was about to sever my head from from my body i jerked up, opening up my eyes to see myself in the tomb yard.I saw unidentified bodies lying on the floor. I walked up to the first body and turned the body over only to see my friend Austin with a ghastly bloody mark

She sat there with eyes that looked right into your soul. She was not cold but composed. Grace in the shape of a woman. Her hair was silver, blonde, braided and coiled, her eyes the color of storm-washed ice. She looked at me like she’d already calculated ten ways to destroy me and none of them involved drawing a blade.

This wasn't part of the plan. Hazel wasn't supposed to still be alive. Clarice wasn't ready to die, especially not by Hazel's hands. She paused when she noticed the silver sword in her possession. Despite how painful it sounded, she decided that she was going to die by her own hands. But, just as she unsheathed the sword and lifted it, the huge door of her chamber collapsed and there stood Hazel, looking as determined as ever. Her multicolored eyes glittered like they'd just been polished and green flames were crawling up her arms, lightly kissing her skin without hurting her.

All my life, I have never wore something like this before so wearing it now, it was all frustrating. "Hello??" A feminine voice echoed through the door as she knocked the door gently. "The alpha demands your presence now!!" She muttered. "The alpha??" I snapped. "What is it he would possibly want to discuss with me at this hour of the day??" I asked myself as me and Elaine looked at ourselves, completely confused. "The alpha??" I asked the unknown lady as I increased my voice. "Yes, the alpha. Alpha. Dumbledore Voldemort!!" She muttered.

The grey Chaos Chi energy swirled around it, and the soul imprint that was on the mirror disappeared without a trace. “Bleurgh!” Hermione spat a mouthful of blood violently. The silver luster that had surrounded her body faded quietly. She knew that she had completely lost the Reflective Eye, as she could no longer feel its existence within her. Even the soul imprint that she had placed on it had been cut. Hermione shot Alex a hateful, bitter glare, her expression was hysterical. “Alex, I will remember you! “One day, I, Hermione Yggdrasil, will come to kill you!” She hollered as her body got brighter and brighter. Alex frowned, then moved to slash her with his sword.

Carlos asked, his eyes wide as he ran his hand through his neatly styled hair. "Apparently all our mates are except for Tyler." Dante said in a lazy tone. Just then, I got a message from Hermoine. 'Helo me, I'm dying' she sounded very weak and distant. 'who was that?' Zephyr jolted me conscious interrupting my communication. "Hermoine, she says she's dying." I replied alarmed before returning to try to find her. 'where are you? I'm coming to get you. What happened to you?' I was in half a panic hearing her sound weak and helpless.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

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.

My back and muscles were so sore, I needed a run soon. " Then I was right you are thinking about your mate right?. " She said insisting with a worried expression. " Nope ,I was thinking about how much I have left. How much time I have to be with you and the pack before I join the moon Goddess who I don't even know will accept me when I die. " I said to her then turned around to see the magical hour glass that tells how much time I have left to survive. The magical hourglass was given to me by an older witch. It was a typical hourglass but I call it the sand timer or egg timer of my life since my life was as fragile as an egg but sharp as sand thanks to my magical powers.