Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone Book Novels & Stories

Mrs Hemsworth said sarcastically as she crossed her legs onto the desk,with her black heels pointing towards Willow as she shook her feet. "Mrs Hemsworth, you are a pathetic excuse for a teacher and a woman. You point fingers at me because you are a lonely old cow. Go find a damn man, your age , you shriveled up prune." Willow wanted to shout out but instead she just walked out slamming the door behind her. She walked quickly to the library. The books were usually her best friend,taking her to faraway lands where she could find herself lost in beautiful views, peculiar characters and enchanted gardens.

Looking at their surrounding, there was a fire furnace burning profusely as if something was added to it, as they kept incarnating the spell book on the ground in front of the furnace lifted itself from the ground and gradually started turning pages on it own and soon a particular page tore out from the book and fell inside the furnace of fire, immediately the piece of book burnt down the fire quenched and the two women opened their eyes. The person she recognized to be the owner of her body bent over to the furnace and picked up a substance that appeared inside the furnace. She smiled and said "The greatest dark stone." Then the portal closed… Yvonne turned around when she heard someone's f

She longed for his presence. Her eyes suddenly fell on that black book she saw the other day. The one about book of shadows, or something like that. She leaned forward and pulled it out of the rest books. The book was heavy and thick, with a thick black leather cover. She tried to open it but it wouldn't budge. "Strange",she whispered. The book wasn't locked or glued together. She could see it through the pages. There was a purple coloured stone at the front cover and she wondered if it was what held the book together.

, he said chuckling. With that, all the sudden out of nowhere a book flew into his hand. A large heavy book, with green leather binding and encrusted jewels. “See for example, I have been reading the Potions of Lore - this book”, he said showing it to me.” You see, it came by itself. Now your turn”.

When Elara’s family fell into debt, she signed a paper believing it would save them — never knowing she was signing her freedom away. Kaelen Rourke, the coldest and most powerful man in the city, bought her without hesitation. He married her not for love, but as an arrangement — a wife to show the world, and a servant to keep his house. From the first day, he made it clear: she was purchased, not chosen. He gave her orders instead of kindness, called her a transaction instead of a partner, and kept her at a distance as if she were something to be hidden. Yet beneath his harsh words and icy silence, Elara sees something else — a man who guards his heart like a fortress, afraid that letting

I felt an urge to start browsing the library again and after looking at the many books, one stood out the most titled 'the celestial stone, ' I opened up the books and went and sat back on the bean bag chair flipping the first page and it was all about the introduction and who the celestial stone was I fliped the second page and it talked about how she's born every after five hundred years. I got immense in the knowledged and learnt a lot about myself. It turns out, I don't need to train in order to grow my powers but I just need to focus on the object I want and I would be good to go. I got so immersed in the book that I lost track of time until ---- "Victoria!" I heard someone calling my

(Harper’s POV) “I’m sorry, what now?” I stared at Harry, dumbfounded. He flicked through some more pages of the book and then turned it to face me. I apprehensively looked down at the book. The page was titled “Bloodline” and there was a picture of a wicked-looking blade down one side. The writing was a little faded and handwritten, but despite all that, it felt so familiar and I could read it, like it was something I had read a thousand times before.

He ended up taking one whose cover had caught his attention, purple velvet, which seemed to be Ruvyn's favourite colour. He laid down on the bed again and opened the book, it was about the most famous wizards who lived, those who made history. Like Nostradamus who used to make predictions or Rasputin who was a famous healing wizard, who used his sorcery to treat the Tsar and his wife, many times, without forgetting Nicolas Flamel who was the alchemist to succeed, in creating the philosophers stone, and the elixir of life in the 17th century. All those strange people he read about in his fantasy books like Harry Potter existed also in their world and they were somehow related to his new frien

Oisin smiled down at Seraphina. Placing the stone down on the table for the other mages to marvel at, Seraphina took to looking around the room to find what else had been revealed by the syphoning spell. A large blue and gold leather-bound book caught her attention on one of the shelves. An unexplainable, almost magnetic pull drew her to it. Fingers slightly trembling, she pulled the book out and turned it over to read the cover. ‘Le haghaidh mo iníon’ She ran her fingers over the gold imprinted font, her breath hitched in her throat.

Well, it was a good thing I already know the story, I have read it about a hundred or more times. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. What could be better than all the fantasy, action and thriller all in once? Trying to concentrate onto the words of the book and let my imagination disrupt my thoughts, I didn't even realise I managed to walk straight into something hard and strong. I gasped as I was almost knocked out off balance.