Novel & Cerita Harry Potter And The Tumbling Towers

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!

A grin slipped onto his face and he continued, “Welcome to your own little Hogwarts!” Twisting the knob, Nate entered and Eira followed. After hearing the word ‘Hogwarts’ she had built up high expectations. The room wasn’t grand or beautiful. Truthfully, it was dull. First she took in were the shelves with several thick books that looked torn at the edges. There were a few wooden tables with differently shaped candles and pentagrams drawn over them. The walls were lined with crafts and charts that attracted her attention. Most of them were hangings that showed the phases of the moon. There was something written below each picture but it was a foreign language that she couldn’t understand. Sh

Adrastus and April will change your view of the entire dragon realm. Finally, if you're secretly a Harry Potter fanatic, Ravenclaw Academy: Quinley's reign will have you addicted in no time, watch out though-this is not a young children series as it ties in with my Hellraiser trilogy and has dark themes as an introduction to Hell comes in the form of a young demon who arrives at the Academy.

Mary screeched in her over dramatic tone. “It's an exotic bird named Confundo Riddikulus, on the verge of extinction” Smartaz Ella guffawed, barely able to stop laughing out loud. “Oh shut the fuk up biatch! Momma, I am going to the salon to fix this mess before going to work” I reached the office to find Mr.Holt extremely engrossed with work. People seemed to be rushing all across his cabin. Must be some sort of a silly deadline, I need to wait for an appropriate moment, in the meantime, let me just chill in the name of work ;D

She had always minded her business, and her roommate was the only friend she had— Titi had been a ghost, even while alive. When her roommate returned from an all night study at the school library, she didn't find Titi sleeping like she would normally do, after reading through the night. She found a scene that looked like a gothic art installation. Titi was slumped over their wooden reading desk, her cheek resting against an open textbook as if she had simply grown tired of studying. But the dark crimson, sluggish pool spreading across the white pages of Introduction to Social Psychology told a different story. The most chilling part wasn't the body. It was the vanity mirror hung on the wall.

Every flicker of his storm-gray eyes in my direction when he thought I wasn't watching. "Competitors," Vera's voice echoed. "Enter." The doors swung open. The Council chamber had been transformed. The thirteen thrones still stood in their arc, but the center of the room was cleared. A large stone basin sat on the floor, its rim carved with unfamiliar, ancient symbols that seemed to pulse with a faint, reddish light. In the center of the basin, a fire burned—not orange or yellow, but red, the color of blood.

Charlie's POV It was thirty minutes past 9 p.m. I clutched my physiology and anatomy textbooks to my chest, trying hard to double my steps without striding like the real me. Already late—I had read for longer hours and didn't even know when sleep knocked me off. Adjusting my glasses, smoothing my wrinkled pyjamas, and my hair already in a bonnet, I walked through the quiet hall stretching to the royal library. I had been there once, and it was everything I wanted to visit again. Here was my chance.