Harry Potter Centaur Novels & Stories

"You're not the first half-blood to stand before them. You won't be the last." That didn't make me feel better. The Council chamber was enormous. It was shaped like a half-circle, with thirteen stone thrones arranged in an arc. Most of them were empty, but four were occupied. Vera sat in the center, her ice-white hair gleaming in the torchlight. To her left sat a massive man with a beard like a lion's mane—Alaskan, I guessed, from the bone necklace he wore. To her right, a thin, sharp-featured woman with eyes the color of amber—Mongolian, maybe.

This is a clear indication that the Centaur is not in full control of its actions. When the warriors ran back to the camp as this Centaur attacked whoever it saw, they all hide in a stronghold as Dike Observed the Centaur from distance, first he noticed that the Centaur was missing its shots and the usual black pigment in its eyes has turned green. He told the rest of the warriors who were hiding with him to avoid being shot by the Centaur that the Centaur is enchanted. He had earlier told them that Centaur doesn’t attack humans; it is very friendly with humans and only attacks humans as a means of defending itself.

“Alright! Although they have only reached the 2nd circle, they are of the centaur race which is formidable in battle. Their combat ability should be comparable to 3rd circle monsters.” “Great.” In just a week, my monster army went from having less than a dozen A-rank to more than fifty. If I was given time, I won’t be afraid of the empire any more. The day passed. And Wise informed me that the centaurs have arrived at the dungeon. So I went to meet them. The centaurs who had turned to their human form wore dark black armours and rode a warhorse each. Even the warhorse had jet black armour covering the entirety of their body.

It sounded as if it were in pain, so I forgot to answer Luka as I rushed toward the sound. On the top of a hill, where there was a single large tree growing, covered in cherry blossoms, a group of Centaurs was attacking a beautiful white horse. Without thinking, I rushed in to try to save the horse. Luka followed me and together we fought the Centaurs, although they didn’t seem like your typical monsters.

Chapter 46. Subtitle: insane energy. **** In an unknown location *** "My Lord, recently the twin sword compass has appeared and is now in the hands of the fairy." A man dressed in all black attire informed his boss. "I'm Aware of that... Were you able to get any intel about the fairy and her next step?" The master whom the man's refare to as 'my lord' asked. "Well it has being a week since the compass appeared and so far there is no signs of her leaving the castle, I found out from my mole in Aceland that she has recently being confirmed pregnant."

He covered his mouth with his left hand, holding back the urge to vomit. Quickly Daniel helped and carried him to the chair near him. "There's no need to answer if it's too difficult for you to tell me," Daniel took out a small bottle from his coat pocket and opened it, then brought it closer to let him inhale it. From the small bottle, Albert smelled a calming scent of lavender along with something foreign that immediately relaxed his whole body. When he was attending the magic academy of the Northern kingdom—before the academy closed its access to pure-blood witches and was now only intended for mixed-blood witches—he always got a D score for his potion class.

The doubt. Ronan continued, "For too long, our bloodline has remained unchanged. Pure, yes. Strong, yes. But purity without evolution is stagnation!" He paced the platform like a caged wolf, feeding off the crowd's energy. "I have brought us a new mare. A half-blood whose veins carry the blood of two packs—the weak Turkish Bozkurt line and a forgotten American lineage." Mare. He called me a mare. Like I was a horse to be bred.

"Got it. Though we had to outsmart some very annoying Pokers to get it." "Pokers?" Nyla raised an eyebrow. "Evil little tree creatures who like to trap people in pits and collect their bones," Dalia said with a shudder. "But we figured it out. Eventually." "What about you two?" Kaida asked. "You both look like you've seen ghosts." "Something like that," I muttered, not ready to talk about what I'd had to do in the Mad Mage's cottage. Maybe I never would be. Then Gretchen and Kai appeared. Gretchen's hair hung heavily with damp strands plastered across her face, and she was wearing what looked like a jacket over her shoulders, shivering slightly.

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 and I have never met." Lily looked at Douglas with hatred, denying everything he had just said. Douglas still bowed to the Wolf King to justify himself: "Your father sold you to me before, and you are now in my possession." “Could it be… could it be that you are that person? Cannibals and murders of innocents?” Lily suddenly looked at the man in front of her. Is it true that the 20-centimeter long hairstyle tied at the back, the same blood-colored bracelet and the wolf's face? Why didn't she notice it in the first place?