Harry Potter And The Half-blood Prince Dust Jacket 소설 & 이야기

He was sitting on a white fluffy pillow that was laid on the wooden floor of his chamber, he was around a small table with the king of Hagrid and the lords. The room was silent, lord Armand stared at mayor Bathory, the king had a blank face. Hugo stood close to the wooden door, the room was neat enough to welcome them. Mayor Bathory gazed at the young Prince in his arms, his eyes were dark as he held the child's hand and slowly pried open his palm. He rubbed his thumb on Prince Ollivander's palm. The silence reigned, the lord's eyes were glued on him, and their expression was that of curiosity.

Soon after, Queen Suna's personal maids came into her room, bathed her gently and respectfully dressed her up in her night rope. Making sure she was alone, Suna walked towards the bookshelf by the side of her room. With eyes glued on books neatly arranged, her eyes fell on a book with a brown leather cover. Carefully she held the spell book and her eyes glittered in satisfaction. She walked towards her mirror, looked at her reflection and back to the book. With long pointed and piercing nails, she flipped through the pages of the book and her eyes rested on a page filled with spell words.

"Alpha! This was found at the border." He holds out a small package wrapped in black cloth. The scent of dark magic rolls off it in waves. Inside, I find a single page torn from what looks like an ancient book. The illustration shows wolves with glowing fur, healing the sick. Below it, written in what appears to be blood: Did you really think you could hide her forever?

The door to the hall opened, a man entered the hall. He moved like shadow even though he was over 7 feet tall, he was wrapped in a dark cloak that was the color of shadows and it flowed behind him like he commanded the wind. His hair was raven-black, falling just past his sharp jawline, then his eyes like frozen silver swept over the room like he owned it yet did not want to be here, and for one terrible moment, he locked with hers. My breath caught, then my heart stuttered once, then resumed in a faster rhythm. I could smell him. Ash. Pine. The unmistakable scent of moon-kissed fur and pure lust. I don’t believe I have smelled anything more exotic.

He promised me that no one would disturb me here since apparently, the vampires don't really like reading books, and then he left me to myself after that. I have read three books since he left which kept me distracted from longing for Domenic. I wonder what he is doing right now and I am literally dying to feel his touch again, but I kept calm and waited. Eventually he will come to me. I finished my third book that morning and climbed up a ladder to find another. One book caught my eyes. It was hidden between piles of other books. The cover was dark brown and screams of age. I picked up the book and blew out the dust from it's surface. The cover reads 'Legend of the gods."

Within minutes, a towering stack of fifteen thick volumes sat before us. I stared at them, my eyes wide. “This is going to take me forever to read.” Tobi chuckled and handed me one. “We’ll skim what we can.” The leather cover was worn, the title etched in faded gold: Aruyios – The Legend and the Lore. Inside were maps, illustrations of pack crests, depictions of ceremonies, and a full-page sketch of a massive stone palace. “Is this where your family lives?” I asked, tilting the book toward him.

The old man, who was none other than his father, seemed to be holding back his anger. "FELIX!" The king shouted loudly after that, calling out to someone who immediately appeared next to him. An old man with jet black hair and carrying a tube filled with green liquid in his hand. Kevin frowned, staring intently at the tube filled with liquid. "Who are you?! What are you carrying?!" Kevin asked, staring intently at the man who was now standing next to his father. "Respect to His Highness Prince Kevin. I am Felix, the greatest potions wizard in this kingdom." Felix bowed respectfully while introducing himself.

he said to Kaida, who nodded. "Yeah, I did. I owe you one," she told me. I smiled and shook my head. "Let's leave it at that. I'm cashing it out on you helping me bring Dalia along." At that point, a golden-haired man came striding across the grounds with the kind of confidence that demanded attention. He was dressed similarly to Riven in midnight blue with silver threading that caught the light. "That's Harrion, the prince's half-brother," I heard Kaida say

"You're not guarding anything. You're stealing power from half-bloods." "I'm preserving it." He descended from the dais, his frail form moving with an unsettling grace as he walked towards me. "The half-bloods are born with power they cannot control. Power that drives them mad. Power that destroys everything they love. I take that power. I give them peace." "You give them death." "I give them purpose." He stopped directly in front of me, his white eyes boring into mine. "And soon, Elif Demir, I will give you purpose too."

I said in wonder. “I told you. Not having a mate does not mean that true love is impossible to find” “Yeah, you’re right” I said as I thought about how deeply Joseph loves Sara, and they weren’t even mates. “Joseph is a pure blood right?” “No he is also a half blood, but he has a very strong wolf, just like any pure blood” Another shock passed through me. A half blood beta! That would have been next to impossible in our old pack. Even if he had a strong wolf.