Novel & Cerita Harry Potter/daphne Greengrass

The Book of Dark Arts". The girls names are Dahlia the dark haired one, and the blonde is Cornelia. As far as we are concerned though they are non-starters. Lily can take them out with one hand behind her back.

"Caden Gallen, Kaiya Wilson, Gretchen Everton ....and finally…." I wondered who else could qualify to be here and then I got the shock of my life. "Maeve Edgar."

Tears burning my eyes I rushed into her cell. “Please Daphne just tell us. Who is behind everything? Is it Hades? Lucille? Who? They won’t help you do you understand me, Daphne. They won’t help you.” Gripping onto her chain I pulled her towards me. Shaking her until she looked at me only when she did, I instantly backed away. Her eyes turned black as night before turning back to their usual brown. Her wolf was fighting to come forwards something that shouldn’t have been able to happen. Not whilst restrained with silver.

a girl said, approaching me. I eyed her carefully since she looked kind of ridiculous. She had on a pink silk robe and slippers, reminding me of the Queen I’d seen yesterday. She was young and extremely short, barely four and a half feet tall I’d wager. She had a bright yellow flower in her long blonde hair that nearly went to her feet. “Nice to meet you Rose, I’m Daphne. What ceremony would that be,” I said, with a polite smile. Her eyes darted to Barrett, and I now realized one of the men next to him was his brother. The one who had dried to take me from the princes yesterday after they’d run me out of the hospital cabin. They looked very similar.

The way he makes my heart race, the way he—“ “Wow!” I could hear a large chorus, followed by loud claps. I opened my eyes and could see I had a mini ball of fire with blue and red flames. The fire glowed brightly, and I could feel the infinity sign on my neck stiffen. Professor Raven walked up to my table, her mouth opening in shock. “Goodness! Gracious! Who are you?” “My name is Daphne. I’m the new scholarship student,” “Wow!” She gasped. “I can see why you got a scholarship. You’re brilliant. You combined the lust plus desire technique without being taught. And the fire ball, it was large. Well done, Daphne,”

"Go collect your reward at the vault. I’ll ensure the Board hears that the 'True Heiress' is selling herself to rogues for blueprints." Daphne was beaming as she hung up, already picturing the status she would gain. She was convinced that since I had entered the Gray Cliffs, I must have paid the price in flesh. The swelling on my face was all the proof she needed. The afternoon was a blur of distraction. Every time I tilted my head or took a sip of water, the sting on my lip brought back the memory of the transport. I covered my face with my hands, my heart racing.

“No, Gorg. She's a slave, nothing more. We can't let our desires get in the way of our duties.” But Gorg wasn't listening. His senses were in overdrive, and he was fixated on Aloha. Ragnar knew he had to find a way to control his wolf, or things could get out of hand quickly. So, instantly he minds linked his mistress, Daphne, to meet him in his chamber. ************ Daphne entered the king's chamber, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. She is a stunning wolf with an imposing presence. Her glossy fur is a deep shade of black, and her eyes are a piercing green that seems to look right through you. She carries herself with confidence and grace, exuding an air of strength and authority

“Flora!” I turned towards the eastern hallway where the resting quarters were and found Daphne, another one of the Lunar Maidens and one of my closest friends, waiting for me. She came forward as she saw me exit the healing room. Her short black hair was combed back neatly and the rays of the setting sun fell on her dark skin, making it glow. Her gown was pristine white, unlike mine that now had blood stains on it. “How is the soldier doing?” She asked worriedly.

Nina The cool, smooth fingers over my mouth were the first thing I noticed. Next, was the strangely familiar voice… soft and soothing. “It’s okay, Nina. I’m getting you out of here.” As my eyes came to focus in the dark room, the next thing I made out was a curly head of red hair, a freckled nose, and bright green eyes. Daphne. Once she realized that I wasn’t going to scream, she let out a soft sigh of relief and removed her hand from my mouth, taking a step back. “We don’t have much time,” she whispered. “Come on, we’ve got to go.”

The girl nodded but said nothing; she had, by all accounts, been dumb from birth. Rising, Miriam dismissed her, and walked along the passageway unchaperoned as was her wont. No-one was about. She expected they were all gathered in the Great Hall. Except for Queen Eleanor whose untimely death was still a cause for grief. Entering, she saw Daphne at once. Who could miss that bold yellow gown, the rubies adorning her ears and the elaborate hairstyle which must have taken Ruth hours to assemble?