Harry Potter Horntail Novels & Stories

Luckily they are all rank 2. Corpses kept on accumulating on the path he was treading on and red blood kept on flowing on the river at the center of the valley. At some point, an imponent figure appeared in front of her. Its body was eighteen meters long and four meters thick, it had three horns on its head and from its fangs was dripping a violet dense liquid. 'Rank 3 Horned snake!' Behind it, a handful of rank 2 horned snakes were coiled together looking in her direction.

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

The creature destined to stomp on all those sitting on high horses. And with what they’ve done to her tonight, he will make sure they will be stomped deep enough into the soil that they end up in hell. Fenrir howls to the full moon before lunging. There was a sorcerer among them, and that was all he needed to know. They could wisp out magical specks of dust from their wands and cast magic spells with them, but they are no threat to him. He won’t give them the chance to open their filthy mouth.

They were forced to watch. “Release the Gorehound, Karn bellowed from his high seat. Across the pit, a steel portcullis yanked upward with violent ratcheting. The thing that stalked out wasn’t a lycan and wasn’t a wolf. It was a massive, magically corrupted horror from the badlands. It moved on four heavily muscled, hairless legs, standing twice as tall as an alpha. Its spine was lined with “Show them who you are, Elara!” Caleb roared from the stands, and his voice was cracking in this… weird, chaotic desperation thing, like it couldn’t decide if it was anger or fear.

A pulse rippled out from the fissure behind him, bending trees, knocking some shifters off their feet. “Stop!” Selene shouted, reaching toward the rift—but it was too late. A figure began to emerge, slow and towering. It wasn’t fully formed—more smoke than flesh—but its presence dragged shadows across the earth. Horns curled from its head like twisted roots, and its voice was a growl inside her bones. “You dare wield our name, child of broken blood?” Selene staggered. Even the spirits within her recoiled. They recognized the thing now slithering through the veil.

With its bright orangish yellow flame like plumage, on its fore were sharp and pointy like spikes similar to a mohawk style except that this mohawk started from its head down to the hind of its feathery body and at last was its horrible tail - that looked like as if it was made out off thousands of scorpions tails called metasomas - each aculeus filled with deadly venom moving and crawling like millions of arthropods . " Its a deviuture alright !" hissed Ron through gritted teeth " The deviuture who resides in the court of Tenebris , one of the most horrible demon beasts , its body is hundred times tougher than that of tortortantula ! Each pieces of its tail contains lethal poison -"

I raised my hand above my forehead to shade my eyes from its luminosity. Something suddenly came out from it. It was a colossal creature. It has the body of the largest black horse in the Guinness Book of the world record. His upper body was a human form with the face of a man. He has two gray horns and magnificent golden wings. He flew above us in a circular motion. Kylo fell to the floor while staring at the weird creature. Her jaw dropped and her face marked a terrifying sight.

Everyone gets up from their seats and starts running to the door, Harper, Jane and Father Frank and the bridesmaids take the back door to escape “I am the Arch-fiend, the Despoiler of Worlds; Abaddon, God’s right hand and by my hands shall the false Emperor fall. I shall not be mocked by a mere mortal!” he roars loudly and starts to transform into his true self He develops big fangs, a huge black razor sharp wings pop out from his back, iron breast plates that cover his chest, a tail that is 2.5 feet tall and at the end is a scorpion's stinger, he has two small horn protrusions at the centre of his head and two insanely huge horns protruding from his forehead and razor sharp claws that could

I cut my hand, dripped some blood inside a cup, poured it in the center of the pentagram-just a bit, so more than half would be left inside the cup-and instead of casting a spell, whispered, "I summon you with the blood of your kin." It was a breathtaking sight. Red smoke swirled from the center of the pentagram, where I had poured my blood, and from its depths, he stepped out. He was tall, maybe sixteen feet. Covered in spiked armor from head to toe. My scales aren't especially developed, but he had hexagonal plates all over his body, and spikes everywhere. His muzzle-I just couldn't force myself to call it a face-was elongated, like a giant beak, full of so many teeth you couldn't count th

I wanted to watch Bradley’s reaction as Hex devoured them, their screams filling the room, and their blood creating puddles on the cement ground. Hex was typically a small man who looks harmless, but he was a special breed of puca. He could shapeshift into anything, and my personal favorite was the wendigo; An eight feet tall creature, if his back weren’t hunched he would hit the ceiling of the garage, he had nothing but bones and flesh with patches of black and brown fur here and there, horns like a woodland animal, his face was skeletal, and if he weren’t too busy eating the humans, I would have almost called him cute.