Harry Potter Heritage And Ability Test Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“This test will be beside your parents, it would not be tasking.” I relaxed a little at that then realized that they must have come to some kind of conclusion for them to call my parents. “What does my unusualness for my test means?” I asked. Tension increased in the room the head panel spoke after a brief deliberation among them with their eyes meeting each other and exchanging slights head nods. “Your unusualness means that you are a dark witch, a very powerful dark witch. Now we just need to test how powerful you are.” My hearing stopped listening as I realized the reason why they were shocked. I was a hybrid, not a witch yet somehow, my powers show that I am a witch and a dark one for th

And did she know about his existence? I asked her, "Did you inherit this talent from him?" She moved her head in the negative, saying, Disappointed. "Nope. I don't look like him at all, and even my sister Lucia did not inherit anything from him, as she once said that she inherited another talent and did not want to reveal it. But my father always says that his sons will realize their abilities only when they meet their mate; even if they show some features of their talent, it will not be complete until they meet the mate of the moon."

"Diluted through generations, but present. Certain substances trigger response in such bloodlines." The old wolf's eyes widen with understanding. "His mother showed unusual talents before she passed. We thought it was a coincidence..." "Not a coincidence," I correct gently, hands glowing as I draw corruption from the child's system. "Heritage. Something to be honored, not hidden." The boy's fever breaks under my focused healing, color returning to previously ashen cheeks. Through our bond, I feel Alaric monitoring my energy expenditure from across the territory, his awareness of me superseding even important negotiations.

Gemma asked in disgust. I looked at her instantly. I really needed this meeting to go well, and as silly as it seems. I didn't want her upsetting Herley in any way, lest she changed her mind. Over the last few days, I had tried to dreg up whatever embers of magic my father had passed to me. But if I had any at all then it was just a pinch of what Herleg possessed. She had trained hers for years, while mine had been dormant. So we were on completely different levels in magic.

Almighty Heroes’ Ability: Mind Reading [A guy with a lowest ranked among the Heroes present but is extremely dangerous when it become serious as he can read what was your weakness] Name: Cassie Ver Age: 20 years old Identity: Hero HA7 Additional Identity: Superstar [Actress] Ability: Love-sick Potion Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Almighty Heroes’ [She will glance in a direct way at someone eyes if they give her a moment of interest, causing for the victim person to have lovesickness towards her for a long time]

She hadn’t blamed him, hadn’t even yelled at him. He would do anything to return the ability to her. Yet, he could not. Once taken, he could not give back. Ever. He’d tried, over and over again. The only thing he could do, his mother had said, was learn how to control his newly discovered talent for absorbing the magic of others. And he had, remaining in his bedroom for weeks, reading, studying and practicing. “Do you think I’ll be a great leader, like you?” he asked. “I think you and your questions will be the death of me, boy.” The king held out his own sword, touching the metal against James’s. “Let us begin.”

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

If what she said was what I thought it was, maybe there was a slight chance she could heal my father. “What do you mean you can try, honey?” Mom asked. I felt hope in her voice. “I’m not certain I can, and my witch side is not strong as my mother, but I got the ability from my mother. If it doesn't work, I'll try to give him my blood. Though Mom has other abilities, which came from practice and spells, she had pure witch blood. Her father was a warlock, and her mother was a witch.” “I don’t understand,” my father said.

“Had your mother ever spoken to you about her parents? I had looked into her prior to our marriage, of course. Her father was a prominent Beta of a pack that had been disbanded in the eighties. He held no known ability, but it was her mother that interested me. Her family line had strong connection to magic. Every single ancestor had one, sometimes two, powerful magical abilities. Most were in relation to their parents, as you well know. You are the only anomaly in ten generations of women.” There it was. The reason for the tests growing up. sessions that left me covered in bruises or hives. Pamela’s specialty varied that way. The phantom itch crawled down my arms and I brushed it away. It w

But the heir’s stare was steady, unyielding. “My mother was of the Shadowblood line,” he said at last. “I inherited… this.” He gestured vaguely to the darkness curling at his boots. “I didn’t know what it meant until the Creed found me.” “And now?” she asked. “Now I know they’ll never stop coming.” A knock at the door broke the moment. One of the scouts stepped in, snow melting from his cloak. “My lady. You need to hear this.” The heir straightened. “Speak.”