Harry Potter Hungarian Horntail Novels & Stories

He said again. Hana stepped back, her legs sticking to the wall in case she looked at the monster, which was a kind of beast, but Hana was not sure of the type. It has the wings of a dragon, but the head is a one-horned horse. Around the body, it is surrounded by a layer of white scales, which look hard. On his head, two long-bearded constellations across the sides look extremely funny. "Who are you?" Hana said.

Ronan followed, slow and deliberate, enjoying my fear. "The thing about half-bloods," he continued, "is that they never know their place. Two wolves fighting inside one body—it makes you unpredictable. Wild." He smiled, and it was the smile of a predator toying with prey. "I'm going to enjoy taming you." He lunged.

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 -"

He couldn't see what it was the enchanter was in a feud with clearly but he mananaged to see two heads, each with three horns that twisted in and out, about 20 inches long, and a tail with spikes attached to a large globule with wicked, gleaming skewers, something he would've sworn was a mere hallucination. Then all of a sudden, a loud scream of “Invocasi Repelleos!!!” filled the air and a blazing, interwoven locks of green and blue energy shot out of his wand? And landed heavily on the creature possessing two heads, causing both the beast and the wizard to jolt backwards as the force of the spell was massive. Like the flame of a candle setting ablaze a forest, the spell began to grow bigge

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.

I tasted blood. “You will watch your mouth,” Darren coldly said. I scrambled up on weakly-set legs. "I won't go." A moment I thought he was going to strike me again. Rather he drew himself straight and turned away. “Take her to the dungeon,” he said. “First thing tomorrow morning, the council would be summoned. We have a witch in our midst.”

A lesson impatiently awaited by everyone – the lesson that taught them how to turn into something else. It was one of the most excitingly looked forward course in the school syllabus of the second semester in the first school year at Elmbridge School of Magic. Both on the corridors of the school and on the corridors of the dormitories for younger students, one could hear talks about how diligently they wanted to attend all classes taught by Mr. Hans Von Halgen. A lesson where you could definitely learn how to turn into a multi-headed hydra, into a butterfly, into a lion, or even into a minotaur.

He knew that Lily was scared, so he said: “I teased you before. We werewolves only transform on full moon nights, on other days just like you - humans. We just move a little faster.” Lily's face was full of suspicion: “Really?” “Of course.” “Okay, so I’m in.” Here everyone was walking, no vehicles, no means other than walking. This castle had a pretty special point, that was. All the rooms were connected to the main hall of the castle to get outside of the city gate. As soon as we got to the main hall, I and Lily encountered the Highness. He was sitting calmly on the large chair near the Wolf King. His eyes were always watching Lily, that made Lily feel unsettled, unintelligible.

I say, stressing the 'sir'. It is a big wonder, that a warlock is head over the entire school… "Feisty. That I like." Principal Eldor smirks, bringing out his wand. My legs instinctively move backwards, he burst into laughter. "...oh, my my. Little Hermione is scared. I didn't think I'll get to see the day where the Phoenix is scared." He jeers, laughing loudly. Phoenix. Phoenix?!! "How did you...You just called me..." "Phoenix? Oh yes, who wouldn't know?" He smirks, appearing in a flash before me. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing, only a gasp escapes my mouth.

Finally, he said thoughtfully: “I asked you to make a choice once. Black or white. Death or life. It wasn’t that hard because the question was only about the horse. Right? Do you remember that?” Something inside me resonated painfully. As if Reive was plucking my most sensitive strings. “I do...” “And you, the girl who had never met an undead in her life, chose the shellmougr. Death itself. Scarlet Hoof is one of the most dangerous creatures of the Twilight. Just one bite from him dooms a person to rotting alive. But you weren’t afraid. And not because you didn’t know that. Right?” “Right,” I agreed. What the necromancer was saying frightened me for some reason. But then, I had chosen the de