Harry Potter Diadem Novels & Stories

she added. As I listened to Godiva’s story, I examined the diadem in my hand. It was beautiful, with a visual effect of a silver shimmer that turned to ash and then blue like moonstone. I admired it very much. “Wait! Moonstone?”

In the center, a small stone—moonstone, threaded with faint veins of darker silver—caught the lantern light. Alden stepped close. “This is not a crown you wear so others bow deeper,” he said, pitched for my ears alone. “It’s one you wear so they know where to look when they need someone to stand up for them.” My throat tightened. He lifted the diadem and settled it gently over my hair. For a heartbeat, the weight of it pressed down enough that my old instincts flared—collars, chains, and things locked around my neck without my consent. Then the crescent at my throat pulsed, a small, sure answer.

He took the box out and presented it to Diana, imitating her earlier gesture, and said calmly, "Open it and take a look." Diana stared at the box, somewhat surprised, and glanced at him. "This box looks quite mysterious. What's inside? You're not really giving the company to me, are you?" John gazed at her intently. "Do you want it?" "I don't want... You need to calm down!" Diana walked over, reaching out her hand and slowly opened the box. Inside lay a necklace—a priceless one. It was adorned with a pink diamond, the outer edge polished to resemble a teardrop, with a faint shadow visible at the center of the teardrop, revealing the silhouette of a mermaid.

The silver chain and pendant rested in his palm, so small and dainty in comparison. “This belonged to your mother.” His voice was extra gravely. Jada gasped, reaching forward to cradle the piece of jewelry. She and Hakeem looked at one another, both worried for some odd reason. I sat forward in my seat and eyed the bit of metal hanging at the center. It was an oval with a circle at the center, and a strange curvy bit at the bottom. It almost looked like an eye—oh. The Eye of Horus. “That’s the symbol for the Eye of Horus, isn’t it?” I blurted.

She carried a small velvet box in her hands. “You didn’t have to call me that,” I teased, smiling faintly. “I know,” she said, grinning back. “But I wanted to be the first.” She held out the box. Inside was a delicate crown, silver and moonstone, its centerpiece shaped like a crescent moon cradling a single tear-shaped crystal. “The crown,” I murmured, touching it reverently. Mira nodded. “Forged from the same silver used for the boundary stones. It’s said to protect against dark magic.”

There is no need to acknowledge them beyond replying to any questions or requests. The witch comes up from behind me. I see her blue dress in the mirror and the gold sash designating her as the one to lead me down the aisle. In her hand is my tiara, a diadem of bright sapphires that will not only hold my veil but amplify my powers when the time comes. "You may place it on my head," I take a seat, closing my eyes so that I can be surprised by the full effect. The tiara is heavy as it sits on my head. I feel a slight pinch as the combs are pinned into place to make sure it is secure.

Lowering my gaze, I faced the box and what I saw made me jerk on King Zeddicus's arm. “Easy, easy,” he said. It was an emerald tiara with three stones at the top. It's not big but it was the perfect size for my head as Alpha Zeddicus took it from me and wearing it on my head, I felt the adorable thing. “Mirror,” he said and another maid came forward bearing a small basket. She opened it and took out a mirror, when I extended my hands to collect it, she moved it away, using her own hand to hold the mirror in front of me so I could make use of it.

he muttered. Diago slightly tilted his head. “Would you prefer that?” “No,” he answered immediately. A faint smile touched the alpha’s lips and then unexpectedly, Diago reached into his coat and pulled out a small black velvet box. Krystal froze. “…What is that?” Instead of answering, Diago calmly opened it. In it rested a silver ring engraved with the Veydrake crest. Krystal was marveled to see Veydrake’s most treasured jewelry. He had only seen it in the manhwa but up close like this, it looked more delicate and precious than he had imagined.

Kaizen took the glass from him and sniffed under his nose and indeed it was a monkhood fixed with wolf-bane, the deadliest form of poison for a werewolf. “Do you know what this means?” Azrael stated but was interrupted when the loud sound of resonating feet bore their ears before Alpha Oizys burst into the room with Lucien hot on his trail. He entered the room and went directly to the corpses lying on the bed with a stoic look and after a quick examination, he sharply pivoted to the Sages with a more rigid look. “What is the meaning of this?” he polled, his stern eyes tramping every face of the Sages.

The denial hangs precariously on my tongue, waiting to be let loose. “You don’t have to worry about not fitting in, because my maids and butlers will be there as well. The head maid will prepare a maid’s outfit for you to wear, and you can stand on guard or help nobles with their tasks. It is important to me to keep tabs on any rival companies. You, Nadia, are the only one I can trust with this information. As a reward, I will hike your pay by three times, and you can borrow my Magical Essences journal.” “Um, Master Thelowar, I think that this is still a bad idea.” I held my fingers tight as a traitorous thought crossed my mind.