Harry Potter And The Half Blood Prince Novels & Stories

Guilt enveloped him. “Your body temperature is much colder than usual. Are you all right? You didn’t miss the schedule to drink the potion, did you?” Isaac’s words struck him, waking him up to the fact that he was a half-blood witch who would soon die. He raised both hands up, staring at the skin on his hands that were losing their original color. His hands were pale, as if there was no blood flowing in his veins, so his veins were clearly visible on his skin.

Kingsley's mouth was twisted in a grimace as he muttered underneath his breath, an incantation in a language so ancient only the gods knew what was said. They pleaded for their lives as they continued to rise higher above the room. Kingsley's face was now emotionless as he stared at three of his older brothers, begging to be released. For a moment, his black eyes gazed up at the group hovering in the air. With a small flick of his wrist, the magic wrenched the princes and their wives in half, their blood painting the ceiling a vivid red. Only August and Gwendolyn were spared; Kingsley had thrown them to the other side of the room.

Stefan bowed down his head before chanting a spell with the use of his wand. "Vengeful wand of sorrows, listen to my plea. Help us hide our identity. Viamoeste viosle!" he chanted. A dark smoke appeared and slowly it formed into papers containing their new identities. Prince Zion take over the identity of the prince of the fallen kingdom of Etheor, one of the four kingdoms in the mortal world.

I smiled at him, the grin wicked and stretched across my face. “Too late Prince.” I lashed my energy towards him, sparks filling the air as it cracked across the room like a whip. It wouldn’t be enough to kill him like I did his guard, but enough to hurt, and that’s all I wanted right now. I needed blood. I watched as lighting hit him in the center of his chest, and sent him flying against the wall. He slammed into the surface, crumpling to the ground. I sucked in heavy breaths, exhausted from over extending my magic. I could feel my skin crawling, heating up from the overload like an overcharged battery. I leaned back to close my eyes for a second, when a loud cough sounded through the room

The real Bella. I immediately recognized that familiar looking book. I saw it among Bella's book collection when I first came into this world. It stood out due to its large size. But I had never opened it before. The title of that book was 'The Darkest Art.' I mean, even the title was suspicious. So what do you expect me to do? Call me silly, but I learned from 'Harry Potter' not to open any suspicious looking book. Who knows what's inside? Considering Bella's character, it could be housing the soul of a random dark lord for all I know. So, of course I didn't want to take the risk.

In the movie Harry Potter, the students attended a kind of magical school called Hogwarts. In their school, there is a stair they used to use them. The stair, standing on it at the first step, you would see it to be very long and sometimes scary to trail. Here in this place the stairs possess the same characteristics as that of the movie Harry Potter. As we moved on the stair, we followed Mr Hartley to the end. And as soon as we finish the end, he took us to a room, I thought at first that the room would be the place we were going to neglecting the saying that we were going to a turnel, so I made up a guess that Mr Hartley must have changed his plan but on getting to the room, Mr Hartley did

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

Most of the books had scribbles but I really didn't mind as long as I could read. Something caught my eye behind a stack of Enid Blyton's books on the upper shelf. Something shiny. I wheeled back, trying to get a good look at the mysterious cover. Holy. Macaroni. Was that Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban? I just had to get that book.

I was about to ask her why she was doing that to me, when suddenly the fog lifted, and I was instantly in full-blown panic. I asked Queen Winnie, "What the fuck just happened and where the fuck is Chloe?" Queen Winnie held her hands up, "I don't know what happened to her. I just got here. Her wolf contacted Ryne and Rule because she couldn't get through to you. Just then, Rex says, "Dude! Kina is telling me she's been kidnapped by a warlock using black magic. His name is Rubeus Saruman." I turned to Queen Winnie, "I just heard from her dragon. She is being held by a warlock using black magic. His name is Rubeus Saruman. Do you know him?" Queen Winnie shakes her head, "That asshole again? I w

I wanted the Usurper dead, as did whatever lived in me. “Pitiful. As long as the Princess’s mate lives, you do not stand a chance, and you will die.” My arm raised and sent a discharge of deadly magic his way. Osprey evaded it; however, when he stood back up, his eyes were white, the same as mine. He parried the attack with one of his own, surprising both the entity inside of me and myself. “Impossible. There is no other half-blood left in this world. The last one was killed hundreds of years ago by the Faiths.”