Harry Potter Amelia Bones Novels & Stories

I need to concentrate on nothing else but the mission. *************** "With that dress, Harry won't take his eyes off you." Isabella tells Amelia who comes out of the bathroom with a red dress. I turn away and pick up my blue dress that they picked for me. I went to the headquarters and tortured a man who was involved in children and women trafficking. He had taken a member's kid. Doing this calmed me down enough to tolerate Amelia for the night.

The whole room is decorated cream and gold. Amelia closed the door behind me and I was too busy in looking around the room. " Who are you? And how do you know me?" " You are Albert Maverick daughter right?" she ask me. " Yeah, but how do you know it?" " Aisling, did you forgot about me. We were in the same class in school." she said and I tried to run my brain cells as fast as I could to remember her. Finally, I remembered her she was in same class as me Amelia Dawn a highly skilled omega. She wasn't so talkative back then and always kept her mind in studies. She was a brilliant student .

His body could die of fear right now. Out of the blue and Haphazardly, the air around us shifted, and a sudden change occurred with the sky announcing a special person. A special person is around the dungeon but the particular smell of this person smells familiar. It caught my nose, I was I had inhaled and smelt this scent before. “Amelia!” I said aloud and turned around. My gaze met with Amelia but the Amelia I was seeing was totally different from one I knew. She had transformed, and her claws were so sharp, and her eye color had changed. Amelia had come to the dungeon by using her powers to stop the rebels from attacking Charles. A shadowy figure appeared out of nowhere and attached the r

I finally found where to start from but I would have to find out where the orphanage is located first, that’s the only way I will be able to know who I am and where I’m really from. ********* Writer’s pov Amelia was still awake and her mother already left. She was lying on the bed tiredly, because of the stress her bones were weak. She has always had weak bones from childhood which made her anemic so each time she stresses too much the sickness returns. “Why did you have to create a scene here, I really don’t know what to do about you.” Felix said as he was changing into something more comfortable for the night. Amelia was surprised to hear what he said, he really didn’t care about how she w

She rolled her eyes, slamming the book shut, before turning to him, frustration etched on her face. “I don’t know, Charles, but the fact that his wound isn’t healing? That’s a sign of something more dangerous, it could be poison, or maybe even dark magic. I’ll have to keep an eye on him, make sure nothing worse happens.” Charles frowned, leaning back in his chair. “Have you even talked to the witches yet? They will know if someone’s messing around with monsters or anything like this.” Amelia scoffed, a faint smirk playing on her lips, her eyes filled with anger. “Tell me, Charles, how could I have done that if I have been stuck throughout the night?” She snapped.

"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.

“What’s happening to me, Max?” I couldn’t even understand it myself until I heard her bones begin to break. I couldn’t believe it. Was Amelia going to transform?

Both of her eyes are hazel in colour which matches her light brown hair, she seems to be out of place, she looks mesmerising. “Mm, right.” A woman that appears to be in her mid-fifties shows up from the back of the kitchen with two glass of juice in her hands as she places them on the kitchen counter. As soon as she sees Damon, her eyes light up and her lips curve up into a small smile before landing onto me, “You must be starving. Damon told me you were resting,” I smile. “Hi, I’m Alice.” “Sam,” We shake hands, “Sit down, Alice.”

"Keep your eyes on the dagger. Don't lose sight of Owlyn or me. Don't look back..." "And the foot bone's connected to the anklebone, yes," Cassandra said with an eye-roll. "Believe me, your highness, we are not planning to get ourselves killed in that wood." "Good, because everything else out there is," said the sorceress. "Even if the amulets protect you, you are still exposed to greater dangers." "That's really comforting to know," Cassandra muttered.

Pretty sure Stephen and Amelia are too young to have watched that movie. Gildo and Alissa both raised questionable eyebrows while Alexander snickered. Stephen and Amelia both looked confused. Yep, they didn’t get it. André sighed, not getting the reaction he desired. “Their gifts will make all the difference.” he began to explain. “Amelia’s gift allows her to detect when someone is using or under the influence of magic. That’s how she knew about Melania before others. It’s also how she was able to identify those under her spell after the final battle so they could be freed from it.” André was beaming as he gestured to her.