Feast Harry Potter の小説・ストーリー

"Wow..." Siren almost dripped her saliva when she saw the delicious food served in the table. There are lots of different dishes both meats and seafoods. "Keep your mouth a distance. Your saliva will fall on the food." Jeff said, seeing her reaction with their little feast. The housekeeper cooked all the food that she asked her earlier. It's for Harry's recovery and a housewarming feast too. "Wow ... This is so much for the three of us!" Harry's eyes was full of amusement.

Gently, she touched it. Lucien clapped again. The chosen dress was folded with reverence and placed upon his bed while the rest were taken away. Soon, the chamber was empty, save for the two of them. “What festival is this?” she asked softly, curiosity bright in her eyes. Lucien closed the space between them, his hand sliding around her waist as he bent to meet her gaze. His voice was low and intimate. “The Golden Harvest Feast.” … Morning dawned bright and alive. Anana woke to the bustling sounds outside her window… the thud of barrels being carried, the chatter of servants arranging decorations, the hum of excitement that filled the fortress. Yawning, she stretched languidly, then padded t

In two years, although I had slept with many men, I never had time to play on a mission, especially when that mission was to protect the prince and the target of my thoughts was the PRINCE. I ignored the excitement that invaded me when an image of his bare chest came to my mind, and decided to see what there was for us to eat. Pork bathed in blood and a glass of what were probably tears. Yes. Dark wizards often feed on human suffering, tears of bitterness are one of the most served cups at parties and public places. Nothing new under the shadow.

All we had to do was to join the feast. I immediately freshened up before leaving for the feast with Gertrude’s head tied around my waist. The decorations for the feast were simply amazing. Everything was ready and everyone was in place. They were all waiting for me to speak so the party would begin. “Members of the Red fanged pack!” I addressed the crowd who became silent just after hearing my voice. “This feast was organized for you all! It was organized to bring joy to those who had lost their dear ones during that raid! I want you all to drink until you’ve forgotten about your problems, and that’s an order!”

My smile widened and after swearing her into secrecy, I told her everything about the professor and the date we had, all the while heading to the arena to prepare the feast for the Moon festival. Soon, the feast was upon us, and the anticipation in the air was electric. As I stood in the heart of the arena, a huge open-roofed hall where lanterns hung like shimmering stars, casting a warm glow that danced across the faces of the maids who stood next to where I was. The scent of sizzling meats wafted through the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of freshly baked pastries. It was slightly hard to believe I was one of those who had put in work to bring this to life. The air was alive with laugh

Feast of Angels,witches,werewolves and vampires. The vampires’ feast was the most dangerous amongst all.People were not allowed to walk outside during the day and during the night.Edmond and his family were the ones in charge of organizing the feast this year from what I heard. I heard him and Blaise did a lot of crazy fiestas before. I'm not even surprised because these boys are really the crazy type of guys who would mix all sorts of alcoholic drinks to get themselves drunk. I still loved Blaise like that even if sometimes he hit on my nerves. By the way Belle I wanted to tell you something if at all you would listen to me. I said sarcastically. Oh I’m sorry Mimi, just keep talking and I'm

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

The maid quickly muttered her thanks and scurried off, leaving me standing in the entryway, watching the house staff dart back and forth like ants preparing for some monumental task. The sight of them moving with such urgency, reminded me of what tonight was — the Half Moon Feast. I felt my chest tighten, my breath hitching for a moment as the realization fully sank in. The feast was a cherished tradition, one that celebrated the bonds of love and commitment within the pack. It was meant to strengthen emotional ties, not just between mates, but among the pack members as a whole.

I don’t slow down. “I’m not tired.” “But surely you’d like to rest before beginning your search? The feast tonight will give me time to gather more information. Harper has prepared all your favorite dishes—” “How would she know my favorite dishes?” He stumbles slightly. “Well, she—she researched. Asked around. She’s very thoughtful that way.” I push open the door to my quarters without responding. Blackwood hovers in the doorway, clearly reluctant to let me disappear. “The feast begins at sunset,” he says. “Harper has been planning it. She’s quite the hostess, you know. Everyone always says—”

In the movies I have watched, parties always look fun. Suddenly I can feel that we are being watched or rather I am being watched. And there they are, the Rosemont sisters standing before us. They each have their trays with them and unlike Ella, Phoebe and I they aren't wearing boots but rather matching red bottom heels. Everything about them is matching really. Well except for the color of their hair but the length of it is the same which is very long by the way. It's almost creepy how everyone about them is the same but I guess that's why everyone calls them the Rosemont weirdos.