Harry Potter Banshee Novels & Stories

"My father would have killed me?" "He could have killed you just to help his little witch," He said facing me. "She fooled them into believing the source of the power she seeks was in one of the packs," "Source of power?" I asked. "She is a half witch," Hayden said. A witch? The priestess was a witch? I faced her as she smirked staring at Hayden, the priest of the moonlight Groove was a half witch? She tilted her head, folding her fist as she gritted her teeth, she walked closer to Hayden. They both stood staring at each other as they glared at each other.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

"That wolf... it was a guardian. A Devonshire, by the size of it. Jameson must be connected to them. She’s a spy." Killian didn't answer. He was staring at the ground. He knelt, picking up a single shard of emerald silk and pressing it to his nose. The "Nullifier" scent was gone, burned away by the heat of the shift. Now, he caught it. A faint, shimmering scent of ozone and ancient spells. Witch. He closed his eyes, his heart hammering against his ribs. He didn't believe in "guardians." He remembered the way the black wolf’s eyes had looked,those blue, intelligent eyes.

HECTOR BAYES “There he is! Seize him!” A warbled voice screamed in the time it had taken me to register what was going on. The scrunched-up faces of the bald, scullery witches shone in the moonlight, their iron-cast skin glossy enough that it made my eyes unable to focus on their form, watering around my lids and shifting away from their long bodies. Camouflage magic! I had known then, as they cast their nettle trap laced with wolfsbane, that I was no match for their expertise.

she shockingly replies pointing at me with her pen, I still putting up the act nod and smile looking behind me once again, but still no sign of him. "I know my last name is hard to spell, pass me the click board so I can write it out" I smile looking with my eyes, she nods quickly handing it to me where I write a little note at the bottom, as I hear my name being called. "there I better go, I hope to see you soon" I smile walking away to look around for anything that might help me to make up an excuse, I see a bathroom where I basically run over and into the woman's pulling a few tissues out.

"Oh you are that hero, pleasure to meet you." "Heroine" I corrected. She smiled again her uncertain smile. My brother patted her back for reassurance. Something weird was happening with these two which I had no idea of. That was the first time I saw someone believing in my brother more than me. "I should make introductions." My brother said. "This is my sister Cassandra." Now her eyes widen at my brother in surprise which was rather dramatical I must say because my name, Cassandra was an amazing name and I was his sister that shouldn't be such a surprise though I was more prettier than he was as we had same hybrid blood running through our veins.

Chapter 28: "what did you say?" she whispered, almost in pain. Well, she could've filled me. "I said it's too bad William isn't your mate, otherwise that would be a real problem. I thought you noticed by now. Unless the spell hast wore off yet." I thought for a moment. "That's not possible, you can't tamper with the mate bonds, you just can't," she said, her face looking like she was about to cry. "Everything is possible when you've got..... Magic." I clarified for the girl. "it's simple really, I told Edriana to put a spell that would attract you to William and my dear handsome William had to play the role." i said honestly.

I said. “Do you really want it so bad?” Joshua asked. “What you are suggesting is extremely dangerous. Forest of Mirrors loves to lure people off the track that leads to the Banshee barrows, which are haunted by the bawling Banshees. Those Banshees get out of their barrows only during Halloween nights.”

She also wondered where the sorceress had kept the grimoire, she must have some sort of a magical pocket or something. "What are you going to do?" "Summon my spirit animal." Cassandra gasped in bewilderment. "Oh, you mean like your Patronus?" "You know the dead language, too?" "Well, no, I just read...ah...never mind," she said with a shake of her head then took the leather-covered book and opened it on her lap. Cassandra had heard of people talking about discovering their spirit animals all the time. She'd even seen T-shirts reading 'Sloth is my spirit animal', but now the thought of them actually summoning one was quite a wondrous thing to do.

Torches burned in iron brackets on the walls, casting dancing shadows that made everything look like a nightmare. And everywhere I looked, there were eyes. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Glowing in the darkness between the pillars. Watching me. "Ah, the half-blood awakens." A voice echoed from somewhere above. I looked up and saw a balcony circling the room. On it stood a woman with silver hair and skin so pale she looked like she had been carved from ice. She was beautiful in the way a frozen lake was beautiful—stunning, but capable of killing you if you stepped wrong.