Harry Potter Horntail Novels & Stories

"Brother, although Severin is powerful, it’s not good to accidentally hurt this kid.” "Besides, we are both royal paragons. Even if I win, it will be disgraceful!" Harry was eight feet tall, with a leopard head and eyes, a swallow's chin and a tiger's beard, and a body like an iron tower. He was majestic. His presence made people feel the majestic power of energy and blood rushing towards them. Although he was tall and seemingly reckless, he was actually very thoughtful. How could a distinguished guest from Grandiuno Sacred Land come to visit and cause such trouble?

Saraya said and came down the front stairs to stand by my side. Adalwulf, Gloringreag Horncoat and the pale guy, opened a rolled-up fabric and unveiled a hand-woven symbol of a head of Lycan done with black thread. The fur was white but the rest of it was black, and embedded in it was a distinctive shape of a dwarf, a witch with a pointy hat and bats.

He didn't know he was the main target. As he turned to shift, he heard loud shrieks from afar. It sounded like a horde of bats. The shrieks increased as the creatures got closer to where he stood. Kendrick watched them with a hard expression. Kanimas! He hated the lot of them. They were creatures created from dark magic. The had the appearance of bats, only they were larger. They had a single long horn in the centre of their heads, large scaly body and enormous wings. He wondered why there were so many of them.

Dragons had four talons, but Unus' true form did not have any. Its body was smooth and pitch black, but it had the head of a dragon. It looked as if a dragon had been grafted onto a snake, or the other way around. It looked very strange, and there was a cursed energy emanating from it that sent a chill down everyone's spine. Unus' slightly open mouth was like a strong vacuum. The apprentices of the Lynch family were all sucked up into mid-air before falling right into his mouth. In a moment of distraction, Bartemius was also sucked up into the air.

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.

The Sorceress convulses, her screams blending with the elemental fury that engulfs her and she topples onto the ground. “No….this cannot….be….” she hisses and her skeletonial body begins to dissolve into a grostique heap until something begins to worm its way out of the dead Sorceress’ mouth. It is black and slimy. It looks like a slug, but it is as big as a snake. The thing sticks its head into the nighttime air before snapping its head in my direction.

He spat blood and looked around, breathing hard. What did they mean? The Khora lived within him? He remembered the day Lord Zeus captured him and screamed about a potion—the “Potion of Khora”—said to be hidden by Torin’s father. But Torin had never seen or used any potion. If it was inside him, then what had his father done to him? He didn’t have time to sit and think. He started walking again, following a stone path that appeared out of nowhere, leading to strange wooden buildings shaped like huts. He limped toward them, pushing through the pain.

Krymath stepped closer, his massive wings dragging through the ground, creating a scary noise. The monstrous creature lowered its massive head, sniffing the potion with cautious curiosity. A low grunt rumbled from its throat before it dipped down and began to drink. Violet stood frozen and watched every movement without so much as a flinch. The seconds seemed to have stretched into hours. His horn appeared to be sharper than a jagged knife. Each shiny scale along his spine looked forged for bloodshed, shield, and weapon in one. But none of it rivaled the menace of his fangs—long, curved, and made solely for tearing. He was designed to kill.

Seraphina tried to be firm but her soft voice betrayed her. Even still, Bethel sighed and seated herself next to Seraphina. “Familiars are the animals which Vampires can shape shift into. When a vampire child is born, they will have a silver birthmark which shows what their familiar will be. Familiars are a reflection of a Vampires true character.” Seraphina’s brows were knitted trying to make sense of what Bethel was saying. “Is that why Lord Stevano of House De-Buccleuch has that silver serpent on his face?” whispered Rose. “Yes, his familiar is a serpent, in fact the whole House De-Buccluech are reptiles of some sort, bunch of cold-blooded snakes” Bethel trailed off.

No, it couldn’t be… The large beast flapped its serpentine wings above her head as it came in for a landing. It’s scales took on the color of honey, shining like mirrors in the sun, and it landed with the grace of a blue heron, as it’s onyx talons clacked against the concrete patio. Madchen gasped as the beast shook it’s shiny scales, and sitting atop its head were two beautiful black horns. Ruby eyes blinked in the morning mist, eyes that looked vaguely familiar to her.