Garreth Weasley Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

"Also, nature mysticism is the natural nemesis of witchcraft!" The crowd gasped in awe. "This kid actually knows the lost art of Ethereal Heights' nature mysticism!" Frederick approached Garo calmly, and demanded, "If you want to live, spill all the secrets of the Gallaghers’ plot." Looking hideous, Garo cursed, "Damn it! When did I say I lost? I haven't lost yet!" He suddenly roared and spat out a mouthful of blood, then plucked out one of his own eyeballs and crushed it in his palm.

he added, before forcing his legs towards the exit- away from Audrey and away from her tyrannical famous parents, the diamond magnate whose empire spanned as large as every businessman’s envy. Who would have known that “the other side” meant “the other side of the planet” in that very life itself. “I promise to look after our daughter," he solemnly swore as he turned back one last time to catch the last glimpse of the woman whom he had loved, day and night for two years. He engraved that moment- her calm, delicate face turned slightly towards their daughter’s direction, an angelic smile on her lips as if she subconsciously knew her baby was alive.

"Go on, Scarlett. Who was this human?" Scarlett hesitated for a moment before continuing, her voice soft but firm. "His name was Gareth. He left Celestria a while ago, but I remember his fascination with our abilities. He would often inquire about the mechanics of our longevity." Viggo's expression shifted from confusion to realization. "Gareth... Yes, I've heard of him. He had ambitions that extended beyond his human lifespan." Richard leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "Could it be that he was connected to Gandalf somehow?"

Another one commented as she approached to have a look at me as well as if I were some fucking exotic animal for show, making me so angry that I wanted to claw her eyes out. "You listen you motherfucking giraffe-" My sister and Kayla quickly held me back as I tried to take a step in the bitch's direction, earning myself just a superior glance from her. "She bites too," One of the boys mocked, all of them breaking into a fit of laughter. Excepting him. "That is enough, Christian," Nathan's firm and authoritative voice abruptly ended their fun, giving me one last look before turning to walk away, his pack of wolves quickly following suit along with the majority of the school's population as th

He tossed in dried herbs, crushed bone powder, and a vial of dark liquid that sizzled as it hit the hot water. “This belonged to Garrick,” the wizard said grimly. “One of the warriors who raided your village. I killed him years ago, His soul never rested. But now, it’ll serve a purpose.” As the water in the basin boiled, the wizard traced strange runes into the air, his voice rising into a deep incantation. The room darkened unnaturally, the shadows clinging to the walls as if they were listening. “Strip and step in,” the wizard commanded. James obeyed without a word. He lowered himself into the water, wincing as it burned against his skin, not from heat, but from something far deeper. The l

“The Archer Legacy was passed down to me. I am the prophesized Slayer.” It was silent. Her eyes swept around waiting for the first lycan to react. When the reactions erupt, the numbness and pain shot through her and she could not breathe to utter a response to the series of questions. No, all she could see was Theodavian rising to his feet and making his way out of the Great Hall.

” “Alright, thanks, Dad.” “But, we still need one item, that’s the Jade of Origin from the Legacy of the witch doctors. The information carried by Granny Wich is still limited. I want you to head to California. Keep a close watch on this guy and find out the source of the Legacy acquired by him. Most importantly, bring back the Jade of Origin from the Legacy. I’ll get the Four Great Ghost Servants to accompany you.” Levi’s eyes glistened. What he wanted the most was revenge.

As he neared the door, he stopped abruptly and turned around with a look of self blame as he had forgotten something. “By the way, I forgot for a moment that I also looked into the foul-smelling herbs that they used on the arrow when they attacked one of the guards at the border,” he said. “I also asked someone who seemed to know about herbs, a sage from another pack. She told me that only one group of people have access to something that dangerous as werewolves and vampires cannot touch the herb.” I knew the answer to that if he mentioned werewolves and vampires, but I still wanted him to say it.

It can't be her. “Was that someone? Talk to me Hermione. That book was actually given to me by my grandmother before she was killed in the war between the witches and werewolves. I can't loose that ...” My grandmother sobs for the very first time ever, Ketura pulls her into a hug. I fight the urge to roll my eyes at them. “So, what do we do now?” I ask with my arms akimbo.

But what shocked us the most was his revelation about a secret legacy that had been bestowed upon Xander—a legacy that held the power to change everything. According to Gabriel, Xander's father had been a member of a clandestine organization known as The Guardians. Their mission was to protect ancient artifacts of immense power from falling into the wrong hands. Xander's father had entrusted him with a task, a quest that would lead him to uncover the truth about his heritage and fulfill his destiny as a Guardian.