Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Gargoyles

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.

Resolve. The Hallow stirs in the shadows behind me, a low hum vibrating through the room. It’s hungry. Growing. Waiting for the next offering. Jason believes this spell will give it what it needs. He doesn’t know I’ve changed it. He doesn’t know I’ve hidden a protection spell inside the binding, woven so tightly, so subtly, that even he won’t see it until it’s too late. A spell that keeps the chosen victim alive. A spell that starves the Hallow just enough to keep it from becoming whole. A spell that ensures Jason will never win.

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.

A human woman in the arms of a god who was obsessed with me. "I have to get you out of here," he whispered against my mouth, his hands sliding down to cup my hips, pulling me flush against the heat of his desire. "This place is a tomb. And you... you are life itself." He picked me up, cradling me against his chest as if I were made of the finest glass. The silver briefcase lay forgotten on the altar; the cure was no longer a vial, but the very act of his transformation. He walked toward the exit, the violet light trailing behind him like a royal cape.

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

Gargoyles lined the path on either side of them, soft growls emanated from the stone protectors. "I told him he should upgrade these things. Why can't we have a three headed hound like Hades and Persephone?" Zalakai asked openly. One of the Gargoyles shifted its face from stone and bared its teeth at Zalakai menacingly. "Oh, how scary." He said sarcastically before he snapped his fingers. The Gargoyle grumbled into dust where it stood.

Taking a breath, I start, "You were correct in your observation. I am a hybrid of angels and demons. I do not pose a threat to you or your pack. Many hybrids have the ability to use magic. I do not have this. I only have the ability to fly, as well as morph, and that in itself is very useful for protecting myself, but seldom in hurting others." Well, I'm not lying when I say that. It wasn't conscious when I did that. Harold smiles. He must see that I'm being sincere. "May I ask what family of hybrids you are? I know there many." He asks. I smile. He's very well educated. "You're very well learned," I compliment, earning a smile from him. "The name humans have given my people is 'gargoyle'. I

It was me. I stood at the tall, arched window in my chamber, watching the rain lash across the courtyard. The gargoyles hunched along the ledges looked alive in the lightning’s flash, their wings twitching, their fangs gleaming wet. A surge of raw power pulsed inside my chest, a tide rising too fast. My reflection in the glass didn’t look like mine at all—my eyes glowed faintly, my lips parted as though whispering a name I didn’t remember learning.

She ran into several dorm residents who stared at her in astonishment. Lyla descended the stairs quickly, then walked out of the building, and stepped into the library building that Louisa had pointed out a moment ago. "Name?" asked the short-nosed and pointy-eared creature with wrinkled pink skin. At first glance, he looked like an old man, with minimal white hair, showing his scalp. His name is Mister Burgog---a Goblin---the librarian. "Lyla Helliwell." Mr. Burgog wrote Lyla's name on a small piece of paper then took a duplicate and put it in a drawer.

Just as the end of the bridge came into sight our path was blocked by two figures dressed in black a stone creature roared between them. "Vampire's and a gargoyle." Lucinda breathed just loud enough for Max and I to hear. A purple glow swirled around them. "They are under a spell." I muttered. The grimoire bobbed almost nodding to me.The gargoyle lunged and Max transformed into his wolf growling fiercely. Lucinda's eyes changed to their vampire scarlet glow as crouched ready to brace the impact of the charging gargoyle. I fought in human form blocking one of the Vampire's as they hit out at me. Our attacking and defence was limited as we were standing on the bridge with the dark waters of th