Harry Potter Alecto Carrow Novels & Stories

Blake - Alarick Selene- Elena Tyler- Dylan Damian- Keiran Emma- Damian's mate Harou- Lord of the Primord Lycan's Candace- Harou's mate Joseph- Colonel Coelhelm descendants or great great great grandfather Carrie- as herself (Selene's birth mother) ******* Carrie stands before her cauldron. The sound of a thick bubbling with the stench of rotten something and death penetrates the nostrils of Joseph who tries to hold his breath. She twirls her hands around the cauldron as she chants away with her eyes closed and hair flowing in the air. The small frail body of a baby girl laid on top of a small bed with an old duvet covering her body to the front of her, across from the table she conjures her

Alice “He’s a werewolf. A human that can change into a wolf,” I repeat, laying flat on the bed as I try to remember the way his body shifted. The way his bones cracked and his body filled with brown-coated fur, the only thing that remained the same were his eyes. They were as brown as ever with a slight tint of yellow, the same tint I saw when we first met. It wasn’t my mind playing tricks. I was seeing things clearly despite of the drug.

Her hair was lank and lusterless, falling around her like strings of rotting straw. A cauldron bubbled slowly in the corner, leaving off the most infernal and rancid vapors. Bits of frogs’ legs, bat wings and eyes of newt were scattered around the floor of the cave. Her lupine eyes, savage and cunning, only came to life when she muttered certain arcane words from a spell. They perched above her hawkish and hooked nose. From it sprang the most preposterous wart. It was at least the size of a saucer. It would have been funny if the scene wasn’t so Stoker-esque.

"Got it. Though we had to outsmart some very annoying Pokers to get it." "Pokers?" Nyla raised an eyebrow. "Evil little tree creatures who like to trap people in pits and collect their bones," Dalia said with a shudder. "But we figured it out. Eventually." "What about you two?" Kaida asked. "You both look like you've seen ghosts." "Something like that," I muttered, not ready to talk about what I'd had to do in the Mad Mage's cottage. Maybe I never would be. Then Gretchen and Kai appeared. Gretchen's hair hung heavily with damp strands plastered across her face, and she was wearing what looked like a jacket over her shoulders, shivering slightly.

Said an old witch that was wearing an outdated nurse dress robe. "Argus Filch, caretaker and Mrs. Norris owner." Said the old balding man. He seemed excited at the prospect to have his pet back. "Professor Minerva Mcgonagall, Head of Gryffindor House, Deputy-Headmistress and Transfiguration Mistress of the castle." Said the well dressed old witch. "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster." Said the actual Headmaster with a haughty tone. At the last introduction, Lord Ravenclaw just let out a low whistle and immediately said.

Rendall pointed out and Alecto smirked. "I'm not a werelion," Alecto shrugged casually. "What!" Helia and Rendall exclaimed in unison. "You're a werewolf?" Rendall asked. "No, I'm not that either." Rendall and Helia glanced at each other. "I don't think you're human too," Helia said and Alecto grinned. "I'm also not human." "Then what are you?" Rendall asked. "I'm a wizard," Alecto answered casually. Helia and Rendall widened their eyes in surprise.

He pulled a small plastic bag from one of the pockets of his battle jacket where he had placed the six bloody fangs. "I know it won't make a difference, but I'm sorry for your loss, High Priestess Allegra," he said, holding the bag with both hands. With her now milky white hair, Allegra grasped the object, shaking. "Did they suffer?" she whispered. "I saw to that," Harry replied compassionately. "May I?" she asked, holding her hands to Harry. The young Alpha nodded and bent down to place her hands on his temples. Every witch is born with a unique gift.

The volume rose up to a point where Keverow had to slam her gavel down. “Silence! Silence!” She cried. Then she turned to look at Thorne. Her eyes were narrowed. “Do I mean to assume you’re accusing both Smith and the Headmaster, Alpha Blythwitch?” “No,” Thorne said with a shake of his head. “I don’t think the Headmaster would fall under this spell on his own. I think that Smith is a master in seduction and has seduced the Headmaster to fall under her spell.” “Spell?” Keverow snorted. “No sort of spell exists to cause someone to go against their species. I believe you received excellent marks in history. Did you not remember Headmaster Lunerly was one of the wolves who freed us?”

Main Characters: Nora Carver pronunciation: NAWR-ə KAHR-vər Caelum Hawthorne pronunciation: KAL-əm HAW-thawrn Lucien Nerezza pronunciation: LUY-SYEHN neh-RET-tsah Elias Everley pronunciation: ee-LIE-əs EHV-ə-lee Werewolf Staff: Shara Boudin pronunciation: SHAHR-uh boo-dan Mykala Davis pronunciation: MY-kuh-luh DAY-vis Head of House Hawthorne Dominic Voss pronunciation: DAHM-i-nik vawss Caelen Fae pronunciation: kay-lehn FAY Vampire Staff: Headmaster Calvin Arx pronunciation: KAL-vin ɑrks Head of House Nerezza Pamela Batista (not to be confused with the character in Bloodmoon) pronunciation: PAM-ə-lə buh·tee·stuh Tiffany Sprueil pronunciation: TIF-ə-nee sprew-el

"Come in." Caroline opened the door and stepped in, I was uncomfortable but I followed suit. What I saw was harrowing. The Khal I had met at the New Year's party was not the one in front of me.I’m started to get empathetic but quickly pushed those emotions down. He was so sickly, pale and could barely keep his eyes open. I kept my shock hidden because I was not supposed to recognize him. "Who is this?" "Brother first of all, stop barking at everyone. We are werewolves not dogs. Secondly, she is a healer and a potion-maker. She said she can help and frankly we need all the help we can get."