Harry Potter Horntail Novels & Stories

“I really, really hope that you can be something like my fellow Halflings’ familiars.” Matilda told me that among the three Halflings who already got their familiars, Damon has the strongest. Apparently, Damon has the Hydria also known as a water and forest dragon with three heads – it has a great generative ability that if anyone cuts off its head, it will grow in a matter of seconds with twice the number of the original heads. Damn! Just thinking about him having that advantage boils my blood.

Then, the first crack split through the earth. Elior barely had time to react before the trees shattered. From the depths of the forest, it rose. A beast unlike any Elior had ever seen—massive, towering over them with jagged black horns curling toward the sky. Its body was draped in shadows, its skin marked with ancient runes that pulsed with a sickly green light. But it was the eyes that sent a dagger of ice through Elior’s chest. Because they were the same ones that had haunted his dreams.

said a teasing voice Lilith and her group looked at the direction where the voice came from in horror, and to their surprise, the one who spoke was a snake that was a hundred meters long and had a horn on its head! "Green Sky Python, head born with horns, belly born with claws, at birth it is an intermediate level magical beast, looking at this Green Sky Python head born with a horn it should be upper level strength, but vaguely see the outline of the second horn, so his level is the peak of the upper level, but only magical beasts above the dark level can speak, so why is it able to speak" Lucretia's eyebrows were frowned.

We were a weapon. And we were ready. Headmistress Morwen sat on her chair, her fingers trembling around a silver chalice. Across her, the air twisted—and Harry stepped through, not from the door, but from the dark itself. He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak. He only stared at her. “Why couldn't you stop her from performing the ritual?" He finally asked. Harry stepped forward, his boots silent on the stone. “You think she is the threat?” “She’s unstable,” Headmistress Morwen said. “Her power is growing beyond containment. Without the bond, she’s a wildfire with no boundaries. And you know what happens when that kind of power is unleashed.”

He hummed at the touch and flipped me over. "Was last night not enough for you." He smirked. "I will never get enough of you Mr. Thorn." I saw a flash in his eyes. I had forgotten how much he loved me calling him that. With a swift move his hand was between my legs tracing circles on my most sensitive spot. I threw my head back into the pillow moaning. I couldn't take it any longer, I pushed him off me and tossed him to the side. I straddled him and hovered myself over his erection. I rubbed myself up and down him.

Some of the renditions showed me in a good light. “Riding, shooting, fencing?” The groom stood up. “She can ride anything with legs, including the horus.” I was impressed. The horus is a fearsome beast that looked like a giant falcon with razor sharp talons and a sharp, hooked beak. He had two heads. No one could ride him except for Birgir and myself. “She can shoot from the back of a beast or on her feet. She is quick with the bow.”

Director Bones filled him in on what she knew of their identity. "The black haired one is Larry Potter, the ginger haired one is Ronald Weasley and the girl is called Hermione Granger." Erik nodded while he watched Ms. Granger opens the door with an unlocking charm. As the door opened, the trio entered the room and Mr. Potter took a wooden flute and started to play some very poor notes with it. Then he heard the growling and entered the room after the trio and saw what was growling. A cerberus. A genuine three headed effing cerberus! As the three headed infernal dog raised its heads, Erik made a gesture of raising his hand in the universal sign 'stop', and the memory froze. Director Bones an

He wasn’t bluffing about telling all and coming clean. Back to the basement in May, he faced one of the cameras with a cunning smile. “Hey, we got some amazing evidence, right? And I left attachment-free. Win-win.” His smile faded as he raised his eyebrows. “What I didn’t know was that the violent way the entity had been detached from me had left the equivalent of a two-inch wound here, in the back of my neck, wide open, for any other entity to hop in and feed on me. And oh, boy, didn’t they. But what I didn’t know, either, was that the entity I’d just gotten rid of hadn’t been banished, but chained.” He turned to the left corner past the boiler. “See that corner? That’s the place where it s

King Mortas Brinx was an evil, demented man who ran his kingdom with cruelty and disdain. Born from an angel and a powerful demon, he was too pure to reside in hell and to evil to remain in heaven. He was cast to earth and fought his way to his current position by killing the previous ruler and its descendants. Mortas was a fit creature with muscled flesh, short blonde wispy hair and a tail that pointed to an arrow shape at the end. He had a protruding black horn on his right forehead and on the same side his eye was blood red, the pupil like that of a goat's. He wore a black silk patch to cover the strange looking eye, his other eye was a bright green and a gift from his angel lineage. He w

It probably wasn't wise but Hades had spent the last few weeks being extraordinarily unwise. Which led him to the final member of their party. Spitfire. His feisty little no-fur. Only Hades wasn't sure why he kept thinking of Spitfire as little. Maybe it was because he was usually next to Guru, who was huge. Spitfire stood head and shoulders taller than Doll and a head taller than most other no-furs. He was leanly muscled, not smooth and slim like most no-furs. There were plenty of toms that would have called him ugly, but Hades could never think that about the red-headed menace.