Harry Potter After The War Novels & Stories

". The price of this triumph was only just beginning. With my sword pointed towards him, I stepped forward and turned towards Fabian. "This is still going on. I nodded in agreement, he expressed a grim answer. "No. Not by a long shot. Although the war seems it over, yet the aftermath is just only starting to settle in. Dark forces were still lingering in the air and new threats are already stirring. Seraphina and Fabian now face the real price of victory. Can they really make effort to protect and save the kingdom from a magic that refuses to die and the destruction that await it or will it consume them?

Jason said, rubbing his temple. War. The word alone caused chills to run down my spine. War could never end in anything good. We could lose so many previous lives. I thought we killed the last of the witches and wizards then why? Why were there more of them? Haven't they done enough damage to us last time? I don't know when this hatred will ever end. Jason's phone blared as he stepped back answering the call. "Yes, I'll be there." He dropped the call while stepping closer to me.

I found her looking behind me with wide eyes. What is making her react like this? I took one more gulp and turned to look where she was looking. With a mouth full of wine in my mouth, I stood like a statue when I saw who was standing behind me. Satan was standing behind me with his hands in his pocket and a hard look on his eyes and clenched jaw. His hard predatory gaze passed a shiver to my body. I swallowed the content of my mouth in dismay. His hard predatory eyes moved from my face to the bottle in my hand and it made me hide the bottle behind me. Hazel tried to hide behind me. Besides Jack, Skyler stood with the same expression on his face. He was looking straight towards Hazel which ma

It was over it was finally over the long war had been put to an end everything would return to normal after this Alice chanted in her heart as the spell broke and she was released from Albert’s body he coiled at the far end of the forest it seemed it took a lot out of him he had helped although last minute he had come through for them releasing control to a person not more the creatures you dislike Emelia changed her form and rushed of to her mate, tears flowing down her cheeks in quick successions unto Lucas she held unto him tighter Alice looked away for she could not bear to recount how many wars she had lost, gathering her bag she walked deeper into the forest, it would take a while befo

But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real. "Wait, so there are actually people with magical powers?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around this new information. "Yes, and it's not just limited to humans. There are also fantastic creatures like dragons, unicorns, and even talking paintings," She replied, her eyes sparkling with wonder. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like a world full of endless possibilities and adventure. "And the best part is, Harry Potter, the famous wizard, goes to Hogwarts too. He's the chosen one, destined to defeat the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort," Renee continued, her voice filled with excitement.

Xander said the moment we returned, staring at me as if he could see right through me. "Well, you'd better comfort me, then." I hooked my finger on his tie. "After all, we're still young, right?" Xander's ears turned red again as he hummed in agreement under my gaze. I then tackled him and kissed his face all over. … Five years later, the system told me that Elijah's world had finally collapsed. At the time, I was holding my daughter, Maya Fuller, and teaching her to paint when I heard the news. I paused for a moment to remember before the memories came back to me.

she said. "Good," he said. "Sixty-three," she said. He closed his eyes briefly. He knew what that meant. "We'll bring them home," he said. "Yes," she said. "We will." The stretcher arrived. She held his hand through the move and felt the bond steady between them and let the aftermath of the battle begin to settle into whatever it was going to become. The war was over. She had been in enough aftermath to know that the end of the war was not the end of the work. But the specific fight—the specific threat of Rafe's new purge, the specific danger of enchanted weapons in the hands of a wolf who was afraid of what she represented—that was over.