Harry Potter Centaur Novels & Stories

I flinched myself as the fly trap did that, but she stayed still, taking him off her and fixing her ash blonde hair. The bus seemed to have the same creatures from the bus stop before though they had a full glow to them, no longer dull and old. They all were younger and less nun like, the gut that was sleeping with a blanket was actually a griffin actually a Roman one too. He slept feet apart, head back, mouth, noisy snorts open his Afro hair covering his face and his wings covering himself. There were so many more a centaur with stalls for each one, three little elves, vampires, witches, even a pool in the back for the mermaids.

I thought I looked good in the mirror, the best I've looked for weeks due to him! He runs back down the stairs holding a black box in his hands, it looked big enough to hold a necklace or a watch maybe. He opens it to reveal a necklace in the shape of a heart, from where I was standing it looked like the heart had diamonds going around the edges. That wouldn't have been cheap, hopefully, it hasn't come off a dead person, wow dark Freya. "You look incredible, this necklace will just tie it all together" he smiles taking it out of the box instructing me to turn around, I do as I'm told while he puts the necklace around my neck clasping it.

New characters emerged, each with their own unique insights and abilities. One such character was Sirus, a reclusive scholar rumored to have deciphered ancient texts that held the key to the impending catastrophe. His abode was a remote tower nestled in the heart of an enchanted forest. The heroes ventured into this mystical woodland, guided by the faint glimmers of arcane symbols that marked the path.

The ride across the Phlegethon sucked. I mean, we’re literally riding on the backs of mythological creatures who wouldn’t blink before dumping us into a flaming river. Yeah, you read that shit right. The centaurs have some kind of spell on their hooves that lets them walk on top of the fire. Their entire bodies are fireproof. Nifty for them. Not so fun for us.

He looks very serious, looks like he’s going to kill those unknown with his sharp looks. I think I’ve seen them before, in a book or on the internet. I do guess they are centaurs, a half human, half horse mythical creature. They have the body of a horse and the torso, head, and arms of a man. They were considered to be the children of Iion, king of the Lapiths, and Nephele, a cloud made in the image of Hera. “Hey Moha.” I whispered. “Why?” He asked. “I think I do know what they are.” I said.

His feet felt light and he darted into the thicket like a bullet, weaving in between a myriad of trees and plants. A stench of blood assaulted his senses and urged him further into the forest. His vision dimmed and he followed it until he stumbled upon a stake of fire roasting an antelope. Centaur, a hybrid of a human torso and the body of a horse, stood before it with his long muscular arms crossed below his broad chest. "Alpha Georgi, we meet again," he said in a deep voice in Saxon. Pascal stepped forward and growled, "Centaur, why did you have to draw my attention that way? Is that how we do things?"

, she said looking to Cade to continue. "According to the elders, you will need a Vampire, Werewolf, a Warlock, a White witch and a representative from the underlying magical creatures to replace the current council members, and if I remember right we have all that right here in this room", Cade said with a huge smile on his face, but he got one thing wrong we don't have the representative here, I was about to tell him when there was a knock at the door, Cade went over and opened the door to reveal a centaur, who walked up to me and bow. I was so shocked that I couldn't form words. They did this for me, little by little I could feel the darkness receding, the centaur held out a red box for m

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

The trending topic I arranged was buried deep by him. It was nowhere to be found online. He openly took Summer to a banquet, letting her play my role as "Mrs. Finley". He boldly invited the whole city to a grand celebration of Summer's birthday tomorrow. He knew full well that it was also the anniversary of my mother's death. He wanted me to recognize reality, that someone like me was no match for him. Cade hired a private doctor to bandage the wound on my collarbone, where the bone was exposed. "Mr. Finley still cares about you. He remembers that you have a special constitution and your wounds don't heal easily."

He expected Oz to cast a love spell of some sort. " You fool. It isn't just any ring. This is the ring of the ancient Roman queen, Archuletta. It is the ring of no sin. A ring that will make her forever yours, even against her will.", Oz said proudly. "It looks cheap. But the question is, will she love me?", Gregory asked. "Do you think you will love her the same if she is madly in love with you? If she chased behind you like all the other?" Oz asked.