Harry Potter Diadem Novels & Stories

It’s so much larger on the outside than it is on the inside. “Cool, huh?” She says gesturing to the inside of her house. “My brother is amazing at illusion magic. If you’re not given the address to this place, you wouldn’t see it at all. Isn’t he clever? I’m more of a primal magic gal myself.” “Right well…” Tori clears her throat. “I’m Victoria and this is Avril.” “Oh!” She exclaimed. “I’m Autumn Magnus. Welcome to my tower! Your bedrooms are on the third floor. If you’ve reached the hydra, you’ve gone too far. But he’s friendly so you can pet him.”

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.

“Do you accept the burden of Luna—not as decoration, but as shield?” Her voice did not tremble. “I accept.” The elder nodded solemnly. The simple silver tiara was gently removed from her head. For a moment, her hair fell freely around her shoulders. Then another elder stepped forward holding the crown. It was not subtle. Large. Diamond-studded. Silver and white gold intertwined like vines, the central stone catching the moonlight in a blaze of brilliance. A symbol not of beauty—but of power. As it was lowered onto her head, a murmur rippled through the gathered crowd.

She adorned his left breast pocket with a brooch and wrapped a cape over his shoulder. "Splendid. One last touch to add and you'll be good to go." Roxanne said as she picked up a diadem made with gold and butterfly-shaped rubies. "I had this specially made for my little prince." She fixed it onto Arlen's head and patted him on the cheeks like a child. Roxanne's unearthly smile surprised him. "Woah!" David's cheeks flushed when Arlen came down to meet him. "Conri, close your mouth before you swallow a bug," Arlen giggled.

“Why don’t you open it up?” Daisie put the gift box on the table and opened it up. What appeared in front of her was a crystal crown. The biggest gem was the Pigeon's Blood, an extremely rare and high-quality sapphire. Meanwhile, many diamonds of all sizes were embedded in the circlet, and even the circlet itself was made of moonstone. She picked up the crown carefully and asked, “Did Mom design this for me!?” Yorrick smiled. “Yeah. This is the only one in the world.”

“You need to be locked up for all I care.” “Thief?!” I was stunned. “I haven't stolen anything. Let me go.” “I found it in her room.” Camilla turned to Zevran instead. Something glistened underneath the chandelier, and I realized it was a diamond pendant, or necklace “Hermoine has been searching for it for a while now, and we just happened to find it in her room.”. “You're lying! I've never seen that thing in my life. ” I spat out loud. “you're fucking lying. Is this what you're being taught at those sloppy and fancy schools you attend?! If that's the case, I thibj you should go get your money back.”

He took a tentative step forward, his heart pounding in his chest, and Kaida followed closely behind. The source of the light was a pedestal, atop which rested a crown – the Sapphire Crown. It was both beautiful and powerful, its sapphire encrusted design reflecting the faint light that filled the chamber. Aric reached out a trembling hand, hardly daring to believe that the object they had sought for so long was within his grasp.

He turned, holding a stunning necklace with black and opalescent stones on it. "This has moonstone and black tourmaline and will reflect any of the dark energies your mother or any other will cast upon you. Wear it at all times. If it's removed and several spells have already been cast upon you, they will all bombard you simultaneously," he said as he clasped the pretty necklace around my neck. I glanced over at him. "You are a wizard or warlock, aren't you," I stated boldly and he chuckled,"something like that." Arram snapped his fingers and a steaming cup of tea appeared. He asked if either of us wanted anything and we both shook our heads no.

His other hand, which he had kept behind his back, was now lifted, and Emma couldn't see clearly. "This is a token of my heart!" Draco opened his mouth, his thin lips parting before quickly closing again. His tense gaze was fixed on her, and Emma felt slight flutter in her heart. Her eyes landed on something in his hand. It was a pendant in the shape of a crescent moon. Emma looked closely and grew more astonished. The gemstone was pure green, exuding an ethereal and gentle aura. Nestled in her palm, she caressed it lightly as though touching a beautiful woman's smooth, glossy skin, giving the illusion that the gemstone was alive. She concluded that this pendant was undoubtedly priceless.

Like what they had witnessed was enough proof that Samantha was something worthy of whatever was on the statue. A Diadem—sitting on the top of the head of a maiden statue. I thought I was blinded by something but a thick, purplish black smoke suddenly appeared near the statue and a voice screaming with anger as a hand reached for the diadem that was the same color as my wife’s werewolf eyes. “THAT DIADEM IS MINE! I AM THE SOLE HEIR TO THE THRONE!”