Drooble Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“It should say…” “Gilbert Drownlord,” Verity and Morana said together. “Captain! You are a Drownlord?” Nox exclaimed. “Drownlord and the Sunken port tragedy,” Verity read out from her phone. “Twelve years ago, the Sunken island was home to one of the most prestigious wizarding family, the Drownlords. But things went down when the Minister of ancient runes and symbols was reported for practicing the forbidden arts. The incident was reported by his wife, Laura Drownlord.”

They are called Flower Skulls. “Flower Skull…,” I muttered thoughtfully. "Leo?" called Frey looking at me who was silent. I immediately shook my head. Everything that comes to my mind is not necessarily true. I went back to talking about the Flower Skull with Frey. The organization operates in secret. They play an important role in society to eradicate the dangers caused by mystical creatures. "So, besides vampires, there are other creatures?" I asked.

Not even one, so knowing that an Alpha was looking out for me was too much for me and I couldn't quite take it. My eyes returned to the black witch in front of me when she spoke again. "As I said, we've been looking for you for months, it started when the intoxicating fragrance of Moon Drip once reached Alpha Baristo. He immediately ordered his wolves to find where it came from but we were disappointed because the smell suddenly disappeared. But Alpha Baristo was so persistent, so he mobilized even us witches to help in the search. And we were not mistaken that we could find you here. The Cohen who possesses the Moon Drip— the sacred power of the blue moon."

“Order them to put you down…” I tried to clear my head to make sure I wasn’t ordering my vines to move or set him free. I heard Draco speak with them, and in seconds, he was dropped to the ground. Despite the grunt that ripped past his throat when he fell, he stood up immediately and my eyes followed the movement of the crawling plants because they were moving too fast toward the bushes. My forehead creased, not understanding where they were heading but I didn’t have to wait long because they emerged back with a squirrel struggling to get free from their hold.

“I’d have gone with deluded detective, but look at the muscles on him…” Siobhanny spun furiously away from them, shrinking down into a tousled haired teenager in robes who adjusted his glbuttes. Harry Potter slunk go to me with the sexiness of a lap dancer. I pointed at Siobhanny, when I backed away. “Now I know you’re screwing with me.”

So no Scooby-Doo mysteries were solved here. "You're right." Drunko leaned into my space, specifically in the "your too close zone" as he chugged some drink that smelled like pure gasoline. He belched, obnoxiously loud and right in my face. The nerve of some people's children… "Hey, dude." Do not scissor-kick this dingus in the face, self, don't do it! "You mind easing back some? Trying to strip here." My complaint fell on dumb drunk deaf ears: "Hey you, elf chick, do some magic or something! Do a spell!"

I shrieked as two smaller versions of the armchair started to chase me. I didn’t know what to do, so I did the only thing I could think of. I kept hacking at the chairs. Every hack caused them to multiple. Fucking hell. When everything started doubling, I felt like I was in Bellatrix Lestrange’s vault in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. This is how I’m going to die. I’m going to drown in my mind in a room of small armchairs trying to kill me.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

he went quiet except for the swallow of whiskey. "Draven, the Dean at the school, he's one of them, he's got every camera in the place linked to his office," I said, glancing up at him as the tension in his jaw tightened. "He's the one that tried to unravel the cloaking spell before the alligator, he's a necromancer, and he likes to fuck with other peoples spells." I offered with little explanation.

I was alone once again, and taking heed of Magda’s warning, I returned to mine and Lucas’ bedroom and laid down on the bed. Sleep found me quickly as the effects of the potion began to take hold. To say it was a restful nap would be a lie, it was anything but. Swirling faces of my past moved before my else, as well as new faces, all taunting me and jeering. I tried to stand up to move away from the mocking crows that was gathering aroundme, only to find my hands and feet bond with rope and I had been splayed out across a rock, The ropes pulled my body taught across the hard surface, jagged edges of the rock digging painfully into my flesh. I looked around, searching for someone to help me, b