Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery Romance Novels & Stories

Countless coffee cups are scattered over our table, and Hayden is talking animatedly about how he offended a werewolf girl he dated by buying her a necklace in silver. Long story short—she slapped him, which seems to be a regular occurrence at Magic Academy. Hayden appears to be a bit of a casanova with his charming abilities. "You really shouldn't date people before finding your mate Hayden; your mate isn't going to end up wanting you," Hayley states and sighs at her brother, who is still laughing from the werewolf story.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

What if another hungry wolf would appear out of nowhere? "Reed Knight-" She stopped when she saw a sudden burst of flame a few feet from her, and there he stood, staring at her with his sea-green eyes tainted with a fiery red glint from the candlestick he was holding. "So impatient, aren't we, Lady Lewis?" She glared at him subtly before walking towards him. Now that there was a little light, it was enough for them to see what was inside the building. "Why is this building so old and creepy?" she asked herself when she saw so many cobwebs at the corners and ceilings. The walls had a lot of bleaks and the things around were broken. The rebels really did a good job ruining everything in the vi

- I recite the phrase that is written on the cover of the Grimoire. — Awaken the power of the Sorceress with twin passion and moonlight.- Patrick translates the phrase and looks at me in total confusion. - I don't understand it, Sir. I slowly approach my precious little witch, biting my lip, touching her skin again and checking her temperature, it’s still extremely hot, but I find it a little more tolerable now. — We must worship her.-I whisper.- We must take her to ecstasy both, you and me. Patrick's eyebrows rise in scandal.

Even if he looks at the door. He was chanting some spells and blue and green lights were formed in between his palms. And soon the room was filled with smoke. Because of the smoke I couldn't see anything clearly. Once the smoke subsided, I again looked in the room. But there was no one. Wait they were here just a few seconds before. Though at that time I couldn't see them clearly but at least I could see them blurry. But where are they now?

“Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?” “Gryffindor.” Dean smiled at him. “They are courageous, chivalrous and determined. Plus, holy shit, the special effects.” JD laughed and hugged her to him. “I didn’t think that Harry was your type of movie. But I guess the special effects make it your type.” “Yeah. Especially the parts that aren’t done completely CGI. I mean even then; you have your place holders. And of course, there’s a forest named after me.”

My face scrunches at the cliché story line, thinking about how it reminds me of something else, something I can’t place my finger on. “No.” Ellisia and I both groan out, getting what sounds like a literal growl of frustration from Mia. “I prefer the timeless tale of Harry Potter.” Ellisia takes a sip of her tea after throwing in her vote. “Oh come on! It’s a classic Romeo and Juliet type romance. The Moon Goddess takes pity on them and they are reborn in the end as new creatures.” She protests, trying to convince us all into watching the love sick movie. “I vote the wizarding world.” I shrug, handing back the tablet to Lia who gives me a high five. Three for Harry Potter, one for Darlings of

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

The hug was short and brief but it gave Akira the strength she needed to push just a little bit further. They walked around till Orion paused at the fantasy section of the library, the children's section to be precise. “Eureka!” He exclaimed. Akira chuckled at his childlike expression, “what are we doing here?” “Does this look familiar?” He asked. She looked closely at the book and smiled, “Harry Potter?” She asked in surprise. “Yes my darling, I believe that there's a creature in this book that might have a hand in Mirabel's petrification.” Akira scoffed, “I doubt the basilisk would want to have anything to do with her.”

Hermione appeared besides him, and before I could blink, he kissed her. There was nothing polite or chaste about it. It wasn't accidental or friendly either. The kiss didn't lack passion, like both parties were pouring their hearts and souls into. I didn't read a lot of fairytales, but I knew what this one meant. The pauper didn’t, as a matter of fact, get the prince. I didn’t…I couldn’t understand what was happening in front of me. I blinked. Not once. Not twice. But as many times as I believed will make the horror in front of me go away.