Dragon Blood Harry Potter Novels & Stories

So, after I help him, I'll disappear, that's the reason I kept telling myself as I watched him drink from my wrist. I didn't dare ask why he needed to feed on blood, didn't dare question it. Knowing too much never ends well especially for a nobody like me to a Lycan of his status. My thoughts were cut short, when I felt him grip my fingers and then his eyes snapped open. The silver that had been burning in them earlier had a ring of red around them—blood red. He took my wrist away from his mouth and tried to stand up but he staggered and I hurried to hold him.

Walking down the hallway I decided to see Helena or anyone in order to get away from Damien, then I remembered my dream and the signs I have been seeing I decided to see Drake, if anyone could put me through it was him. "Hey there Drake, are you busy" I asked walking in on him mixing some potions, then few minutes later, chickens came around flapping their feathers, I gasped stepping out of the way and at the same time trying not to laugh. "More chickens for Christmas thanks Drake" I laughed. He glared at me. "I have been trying a memory mix up spell, it just so tricky" He groan in frustration. "Here let me have a look" I walk towards the open book while Drake stare at me with folded arms a

Visions flashed in front of Nya’s eyes as she tried to rectify what she’d been seeing for the last several days with the scene before her now. All along, she’d thought she’d been seeing Slate in his dragon form in chains, but that wasn’t what she’d been seeing at all. It was this other dragon, the one rising up in front of her now. He looked anything but happy as his nostrils began to flare, and it was quite obvious this dragon’s duty was to protect the Heart of Magic, which Nya could no longer see as it was hidden behind the dragon’s large back.

She saw the red dragon soaring down for another attack when she suddenly transformed into her phoenix and broke through the wall. Fueled by anger, the Phoenix flew directly into the red dragon, slicing his neck open. He tried to sink his teeth into her, and she kicked him with both feet. He quickly sunk his talon into her thigh, and she screeched in pain. The dragon hit her in the head with his powerful tail and knocked her out. Cyrus had her now, and he took off with her in his talons.

The reason she was named Angel was due to the fact that her Dragon was an Angel Aura quartz color. We hadn’t changed her name when she shifted for the first time. Unlike other Dragons, she had also been born with a Dragon Stone, which was the Angel Aura quartz. The Stone was beautiful, with a white base and a mixture of iridescent colors. She was the most beautiful Dragon that I have ever seen. Depending on how the light hit her, her coloring would shimmer with a colorful aura. The Stone had been named correctly because whenever I saw it, she looked like an Angel.

The bare-branched trees won’t serve as a proper cover for anything and then I look up in the sky… My breath hitches when I see the white dragon, An arctic dragon, ethereal and lithe as it flies not too high up. Its shadow covers me momentarily. I stand there mesmerised as I watch it fly for some time with a strangely thudding heart. The afternoon rays of the sun reflect on its snowy white form, making the greyish-white wings look veiny and almost translucent and making it look more majestic. An arctic dragon is as rare as a basilisk. I feel my heart lodge in my throat when the beast slightly tilts its head, its beady black eyes meet mine. Its gaze narrows slightly before it veers and begins

Maybe she was unwed. Cyra led us to another stall, one with fine jewels, most of them set in gold, rather than the silver I so adored. "You haven't said a word since we arrived, what's wrong?" Cyra enquired, but I brushed her off and fingered one of the few pieces made of silver. It was a dragon necklace, the head coming to a stop at the pinnacle and the tail wrapping around the neck. Wings branched out from its sides, most likely brushing against the bottom of the wearers throat. Sheer fascination, that's what we were to the humans. Some even feared and despised us deeply, but for all they knew, we did not exist anymore. The brutes who had slaughtered their forefathers and ate their naughty

What if he's too late? What if she's a Wraithling? Stashing the thoughts away, Draco crossed the underbrush that separated the woods and the ancient temple. The instant he bounced into the temple ground, he looked over at the hourglass and saw the last of its grain slipping low. "No!" Draco hissed. He uncapped the lid of the vial and drank the fairies feather. The bitter liquid crawled through his veins as Draco allowed his beast to shove forward. A thunderous roar assaulted the air as his wings began to

near its neck, a wide, silver slot worn smooth by centuries of use. "Mina! Cian!" I called out. "I need your light to prime the ink!" The children ran to my side. They placed their hands on the dragon’s cold iron flank. As their Golden Blood pulsed, the lead cylinders began to glow. The "Ink" wasn't black; it was a shimmering, liquid violet, the color of the Thorne family debt, now transformed into the Thorne family's legacy. I thrust the scroll into the silver slot. The dragon shuddered. Its internal gears began to spin with a deafening, melodic clatter.

You can practically see his brain computing outputs. “After this episode that happened a couple of days ago, I took to the library to see what I could find about witches and how to defend my pups, mate and myself from another attack. During my findings, I came across this book and there is a section about potions and runes.” I said, opening the book and then pointing to the footnote, “This footnote suggests that phoenix blood will suppress a witch’s abilities, long enough to eliminate the threat. It doesn’t say how to use it or where to get it though. Which is why I reached out to Dr. Hadley, and from there, you know the rest.” I said. Dr. Higslee puts down his tea and stares off into space,