Don't Let The Muggles Get You Down Novels & Stories

he was not sure how to get himself out of this situation, but he might as well try to help his good brothers out of a tough situation. "I don't negotiate if that is all we are done here," Megan got up, ready to leave. "Wait, why me? What's so special about me?" "I like the way you fight, you are like a diamond in the rough. With a bit of polishing, you might be a half-decent mage one day." "Half.... decent?" "barley, if you are lucky." "Lucky?" "Are you dim?" "I'm sorry," Bruce lowered his head in shame.

“Chubby, shut the cameras in the hall.” [ Understood. ]

Macbeth closed her eyes and hissed causing me to jump in fear. “Train hard. Your powers will manifest soon. This time, you will be different from your fore fathers. You’ll use magic. Forgive, forget and love. Do not let what others think or say get in your way. You must bring balance to this world again and nothing must stop you,” she said and then dissolved into thin air.

Flustered indignation burned through my cheeks as I struggled. "Put me down!" I exclaimed pressing my hands against the hardness of his back. "Not a chance, little witch. Now be quiet before you wake the dead."

I took a long bath, curled up in my robe with a fire going, and lost myself in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Completely enjoying myself with the book and the fire, I lost all track of time. I put the book down to reach for my can of soda and caught the reflection in the window of someone standing behind my sofa. I jumped and screamed, dropping my book on the floor as I leaped to my feet and whirled around. It took me a moment to realize it was Marsh standing there. With my heart pounding so hard I thought it might come out of my chest, I yelled at him, "Jesus Christ, Marsh! Why are you sneaking up on me? You scared the shit out of me!"

"But the weight of uncertainty presses upon me." Maddie reached out, her hand gently grasping Darren's, a gesture of solidarity and empathy. "I understand your fear, Darren," she whispered, her voice a soothing balm. "But we have to hold onto hope. The wizard's presence gives us a chance, a glimmer of light in the darkness."

“Can you break the spell?” “No. It’s not a spell, the whole door is magical…it’s a little above my pay grade this one.” But maybe I can use my magic to blast it open. I gather what's left of my energy and aim it straight at the door. It shakes and cracks, but doesn’t break.

Above them, more boots thundered down the stairs — Harlow’s voice cutting through the noise: “Killian! Don’t you dare open that door!”

"You must promise me that if I get well, you won't tell anyone. I want them all to think I'm still under a spell. Understood?” "Yes, understood.” "Good, let's go.”

“Because he wouldn't let you go.” My brows rose. “Is this place dangerous?” He shook his head. “Not if you really know how to fight.” A dry smile twisted my lips. “That's… comforting.” He snorted and smacked my shoulder. “Come on, Miss Feisty. It's time to show those idiots what you're made of.”