Harry Potter Horntail Novels & Stories

While Jin rummaged through the goods, Eden walked back and forth across the room, scouring the room for anything new and glancing at the skin in anticipation of the breathing heaving skin. "Are you sure it is already dead?" The black hair retreated towards the mint-haired boy. Jin gave the boy piercing eyes as if to say are-you-crazy: "Had you seen anything that has been removed with only a skin like this alive?" Eden mumbled under his breath: “Who knows? It is a magical creature!" The owner of Swag Items didn't reply. He understood this younger brother's fear of the whole world: "Your stuff." And threw on the table a gray box containing (almost) the entire fortune of the apprentice wizard b

Seconds later the javelin was enveloped by green mana and he threw it directly on the monster's butt. The monster's head was not easy to pierce from the back of its forehead or below. Because it had a hard shell protecting it. It was protecting pretty well the Magic Cryst on its forehead. So Yman instructed them that their only choice was to pierce it from its butt towards the monster's forehead. And so the javelin he thrown pierced through its butt and hit the Magic Cryst from behind. They were shocked by the power of the javelin. The Magic Cryst popped up and it bounced and rolled on the ground before it stopped.

This was to be done when it rained so that the power of my ancestors could seep into the roots of the tree. As our eighteenth birthday approached, or if our magical abilities emerged. It was tradition for a mother to break off a branch, seep it in a potion of her choosing, and forge a wand for her daughter. Dora’s potion included the tears of a griffin, the scale of a dragon, and the fur of a blessed wolf. It was believed the potion would increase the power of the witch who wielded it. My powers emerged when I was 17. When I turned 18, my power increased significantly.

I swallowed frantically, choking slightly on the sheer volume of his seed, but forcing it down my throat just as he demanded, tasting every single drop of his power over me. More of it spilled over my lips, leaking out the corners of my mouth and tracking down my chin, painting me in his mark just like he promised. Draco stood completely still for a long, agonizing moment, his chest heaving, his fingers slowly loosening their death grip on my hair. He let out a long, shuddering breath, looking down at me as I knelt there on the hard floor, breathless, tear-streaked, and thoroughly ruined.

Jacob could choose. We both went over and joined them on the blanket. “He sure is a handsome little fella, isn’t he?” Gabriel asked. Jacob was running his fingers through his shiny coat of golden brown hair as he relaxed on his lap. My baby girl was trying to reach over and touch him. “Yes, he is and look at his paws. It’s white, and he has a white patch of hair in the middle of his forehead. It looks like a heart shape.The others don’t have it.” Jacob said in a voice laced with excitement. I placed a finger gently on the little one’s forehead and said, “It really does look like a heart! And you’re right, Jakey, the others don’t have the same mark. This little one sure is unique. How about

Leonard chuckled. "What do you mean?" Draco asked restlessly. Leonard threw something on the carpet. It rolled and stopped not far from Draco's feet. It was a dragon's head that had been decapitated and preserved. Draco stared at the dragon's head without any reaction. He did not recognize the dragon's head. The head did not belong to Albus, Jergintarth, Zergenth, Zilpher, Urvath, or Zellin. Draco was secretly grateful that the dragon head carcass wasn't the one he knew.

She was a girl, she m8ght fear someone but she won’t be a coward. Hellion glanced up and saw a huge beast in front of her. Sharp claws and scales like the dragon’s but it has a long tongue and hisses like a snake. She also spotted the long tail of a scorpion darting towards her. Hellion leapt up and dodged the attack as she caught glimpsed of the person with horns sitting atop the huge creature. Her feet landed on the ground as the person on top leapt down from the beast and walked leisurely towards her. His robe flutter in the wind as he waved off his sleeves, seemingly amused by her.

“Hold this.” He pushed himself up, standing on the horse’s back. With a jump upwards, and the sound of tearing cloth, Thorn shifted into a fierce black dragon. His powerful wings had carried him up above the canopy of colorful maple trees. Feeling the wind whirling above him, the golden dragon stopped running and looked up. To his horror, he saw Thorn’s sharp dragon talons crashing down onto him. Thorn grabbed his waist, then tossed him towards Hugo. The man fell on the empty horseback. Hugo greeted him and restrained his limbs.

He does this same thing up until he reaches the fire prince himself. Within his left hand is a jar and it shakes in an erratic manner. This catches the eyes of the headmaster and he propels his hand over the body of Troy. The headmaster grins at what he feels. The color of his power changes from the dim purple to black. A voice of excitement reaches his throat. “Ah, this is the one, the Fray’s boy.” Quickly, the man latches his hand along the lid of the dark jar and twists it open. He sets the top of the jar down on the stone table and then teaches his hand within the jar. A long serpent wraps around his arm. One that has black scales and is faceless. Long and tired blue orbs look back at Ad

I summon my magic. The night terror catches alight instantly. I watch as it shrinks down rapidly and starts turning back into its true form. A creature I can't help but describe as horrific with its horns and red glowing eyes. It tries to claw at me, screeching in agony while it burns until it finally bursts into ashes.