Harry Potter Charm Book Novels & Stories

And because I don't have much time left at the academy, I could just try my luck and woo some lovely naive girl to fall in love with me and bring her home and. My ideas had gone too far. In any case, I'm curious how long Henry will take. The orb became dimmer by the minute. It won't take long before it fully fades. Tap, tap, tap Talk about the devil. I noticed Henry climbing down with a purple book that appeared to be pretty special. There were even gold linings on the edges. "I see you took my advice to heart." "Of course. What do you think of the unique rank skill "A Serpent's Slither?"

Her look hardened. “When you should be playing with them, they’ve been playing with you.” I startled, and her look became sly. “Do you think that the Charms belong to you? The soon to be kings have been working on you together to make you their sorceres. These beasts are centuries-old: don’t you think that they’ve had time to plan how to use you?” My eyes smarted, and I turned away my head. Come on Jerremy, hold it together…

“You’re welcome.” He flashes me his dimpled smile and this guy looks a little redder than earlier but it made him look a little bit more attractive than he actually is. “Whatever mojo or charm you try to show me like how you try to magically lure those other women, it does not work on me.” I leaned over the table too. “So, you should stop it.” Harry chuckles under his throat, “There’s no mojo happening around here, love. I’m just naturally charming but I really appreciate the fact that you see it.” He winks at me.

She grabbed a thick book and pulled it off the shelf before returning to her seat. She placed the book on the coffee table in front of me so I could see it. My eyes widened when I saw the gorgeous purple and white designs on the book with dark purple lettering that read: Spell Book. “A spell book?” I gasped, running my fingers down the front cover. “Is this real?” She nodded.

“So what about magical creatures are we learning about today?” She grins at me before dropping a heavy book down in front of me, “History of magic creatures!” I put my face in my hands and groan, Drago chuckles from where he’s found a comfortable spot to watch us, a book in his hand. I raise my eyebrow at him, “Harry Potter?” He gives me a sheepish smile, “Don’t spoil it, I’m only on the Prisoner of Askaban.” I laugh and turn back to Serena. “Alright we’re here so let's begin.”

Opening it carefully, she reveals a jewellery box, which she opens to show a gold charm bracelet. He’d only chosen five charms, but they can be added to over time. It had a wine glass, a phoenix, a small figure with a staff in a fighting pose, a shield, and a filigree heart. She looks at each of them in turn. And he hums close to her ear,

Fresh out of the shower, black hair tied into a bun, a pair of glasses perched on her nose, an old sweater, nothing else, and a hypnotizing glimmer in her eyes. “Hello Abby.” “Anthony…”

"You really didn't have to get me anything, you spoiled me enough last week." "And I'm going to keep spoiling you." He said, as he pulled a blue box out of his jean pocket. He handed it to me, as he nervously bit his bottom lip. I opened the box to find a gold charm bracelet. I gasped at how pretty it was. There were three little charms on the bracelet. There was on that had the letters DC connected to each other, another was a book, and the last one was a heart that was inscribed 'for the loml'.

This time, she didn’t hesitate to open it, now sure that there wasn’t a bomb anywhere in her room. It had a small charm inside. The design was a dandelion in full bloom. She took it out and couldn’t put her eyes away from it. It was drawing her to something familiar yet so foreign to her. She felt her consciousness suddenly slip away from her. The charm he had gifted her fell on the floor first, then her.

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”