Dorea Potter Novels & Stories

"I tried to do everything that was in my power to get in touch with you, but you had disappeared knowingly. And even Colton wasn’t there, so finding you wasn’t an easy job. You and both your moms didn’t attend any celebration that we held, whether it was for Lee’s official marriage or when Calvin’s sextuplets were born." "I did everything that was in my power to find you. Hell, I even contacted witches in the hope that they could find you, but nothing worked. I ended up on bedrest after I had an accident on my head. See…" With that, she removed her hair and showed him a big scar on her head, which was hidden by her hair. "And in order to save me, Dora has to sacrifice herself." Wylder’s hear

Bellamy contemplates for a minute before sighing. “I… I don’t think I do.” His tone is apologetic. An idea strikes. “What about Dr Dae? She had all those healing potions. She must have a Witch contact who trusts her fairly well because there is no way she purchased that many potions at a regular store.” I point out. Bellamy shrugs.

Caspian pointed at David Poter and asked her, "Is there any elixir that can make this guy unable to speak for a few days, and he can't move at all? "Well, to be exact, making him unable to speak or move or even unable to turn his eyes." "Hiss. Casper Montgomery, you're so evil!" David Poter turned pale with fright. Master Eva Green crossed her arms and said, "Why bother? Just kill him." David Poter was stunned. Tears welled up in his eyes at this moment. This group of people was really terrible. If he had known this would happen, he would not have done this today.

Definitely, one punch to my head would knock me straight to my grave. I slam my eyes shut as the expression on Dora’s face in the dream surrounds my head, breaking my heart. For what it is worth, Dora is going to kill me when she finds out that Dale Lazarus is The Reaper.

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

I quickly grab some casual clothes from our walk-in closets and stuff them in our bags. I closed Edgar’s bag. There is only one more thing to place in my bag, a thing I would never travel without. My wand, Dora. She is an old wooden wand made of oak. Oak from my family tree. “It’s nearly time to avenge them,” I said, stroking her before I carefully placed her in my bag.

"The kind that keep you from using the wrong fork at dinner." I ate my eggs. I didn't argue. --- The tutor arrived at noon. She was an older woman with gray hair and a face that didn't smile. Her name was Mrs. Holloway. She looked at me like I was a lump of clay she'd been hired to shape. "Stand up straight," she said. I stood up straight. "Shoulders back." I pulled my shoulders back. "Chin up." I lifted my chin. She walked around me. Her eyes on my posture, my clothes, my hair.

Immediately the burning decreased, the grip on his entrails loosened and Doreon returned to breathing normally, feeling the pain reduce, even as his arm continued to send discharges and chills. "Are you a witch?" asked Doreon to Lyza, who continued to search the bag. "A curator," the girl corrected him. "I use a few spells here and there to create more effective potions, most of the time I use Heafod's magic." Doreon shook his head in surprise and looked in Blake's direction. The Ucrie had been surrounded and did not move in the slightest, while slowly the dragon glided to the ground and landed, shaking the earth beneath them.

I lost it when I walked in and found Lucas sitting in one of the first rows. ""Xi... looks like you're having another bad day," muttered Dora trying to leave, but I held her back, she wasn't any stronger than me, Doralice was a little shorter and skinnier, with long straight curly hair, and sometimes she wears big round glasses and is always wearing a long knitted cashmere skirt, a style that's beyond horrible, but I couldn't judge, after all, until one of these days I wore bad and tight clothes." please... I don't want to be in your class today, he's right there" she pleaded pointing at Lucas, strangely he was looking at both of us with a gentle smile, but I know that behind that there's a