Harry Potter Cormac Novels & Stories

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

We head downstairs and meet Cormac at the vehicle. “I didn’t know you were coming,” I say. “Well, as Gamma it’s my duty to protect you and accompany you wherever you go,” Cormac answers with a broad smile. He’s a handsome man, with short-cropped black hair and beautiful gray eyes. He has a strong jaw and high cheekbones, with a bit of 5 o’clock shadow on his face. We get into the car and make our way to Eglarest, the nerves start setting in and my leg starts bouncing up and down on its own accord. We get to the border of the kingdom and guards surround the car, they are all tall with sharp facial features and pointed ears. Some men had long blonde hair others had long brown hair, but everyon

Impossible,she can't be the shield"Marcus said. "I am the shield and you can't see me because I'm invisible for now," Ava replied"Come with us now to the northern empire," "Surprising,"Lord jack said."We have to hurry,Jadis has Mary and I'm scared of what she might do to her." "See this dark lord," Jadis said holding up a bottle for Aiden to see with Vandora behind her. "Holy water," Vador scoffed.Holy water is a water that can be used to make vampire weak and vulnerable,after pouring holy water on a vampire you can kill them with a sword or stake easily. Holy water also affects dark witches too which is why Jadis is all covered up.

Cormac O’Callahan. He stood with his hands behind his back, shoulders squared, the very picture of quiet authority. The years had not softened him. His dark hair, streaked with silver at the temples, was still neatly combed back. His strong jaw, covered in a short beard, was set in its usual firm expression, but his hazel eyes—so much like my own—were warm as they landed on me. I hadn’t seen him in so long. Not since his body had been laid in the cold earth.

She casts me a thankful gaze and leans into my touch ever so slightly before taking a seat between myself and Malix. Cormac sits at the edge of the raised stage and looks out grimly over the crowd. Several of his closest comrades sit around him, all of them wearing identical expressions of horror and devastation. The ginger-haired man doesn’t need to call for silence. When the howls stopped, so did all conversation. Only the soft brush of wind across the rocks and the sharp, piercing call of a hawk can be heard somewhere close by but unseen. Cormac visibly chews on the inside of his cheek as he surveys the silent, grieving pack. Finally, he speaks.

“Johnny get your wrinkly self over here, your stupid bell is not working again!” Icahbod frowed. “Is a woman bearing the name Johnny in this century?” “No, why would you ask that?” “You said we were coming to meet a woman.” “Oh yea, he is the one who will bring her to us, she is his daughter but you have to see the father first.” “Oh, ok.” Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter.

And she was the newest, most volatile currency in the room. He found her without seeming to look. Cormac. His presence was a shift in the atmospheric pressure, a solid, warm mass displacing the air around her. He was built like the bedrock of the city, broad-shouldered and steady, with eyes the color of aged whiskey that held no trace of mockery, only a deep, abiding intensity. “The moonlight mark is restless tonight,” he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the space between them. He didn’t touch the symbol on her arm, but his gaze held it, acknowledged it.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

I look at the southern fence in my mind’s map of the territory, and I see that it’s close enough to the quarters to be a message but definitely not a stray threat. Who would risk their life to do that? So I hold the cloth up, letting the cold air bite into the smell beneath the blood, and inhale deeply. This blood is definitely not one of ours, and not from our pack either, however... I recognise that older, feral tang of scent; ... this smells like Cormac. Just thinking of the name itself an unwelcome guest in my head. I’ve never met him face- to- face, but I’ve heard his scent described enough to map it: copper and cold tangy iron, and the faint smell of rot.