Harry Potter Hungarian Horntail Novels & Stories

And you would have been killed had I not been here. "So I'm supposed to thank you,dear dark lord,for saving my life," she coughed pushing his hand away as she felt some sparks when he touched her. He was the cutest creature she had seen so far. He had red eyes like a ruby gem,his blonde hair was long reaching his shoulder,his skin was pure white which would definitely glow as a lamp in the dark.He was also tall with broad shoulders,his packs were still so visible even with the black hoodie he wore

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

Thank fuck that I changed my pajamas after receiving a magical floating letter in my room. Clad in her gothic dress and lacy stockings paired with a wedged shoes, Maleficent’s straight black hair, and cobalt-colored eyes were the exact opposite of her glowing green eyes that matched the color of her teardrop-shaped brooch. Her horns and wings were displayed as she walked with confidence at the center of the hallway – rendering any creature from the three great dormitories speechless. Her stance reminded them that even if she was rumored to be the weakest among the Halflings, she was able to kill an angel without any qualms. Three Slaughter butterflies flew around her as she walked towards th

Horan stabbed his blood smeared longsword into the damp ground and glanced at Raon. "What is it?" Raon replied, also busy with his slaughtering. "Send Hexana. Tell Izfar about our situation." Hexana is Raon's spirit animal, a cross breed between a phoenix and water dragon, which is good at sending Intel. The fact that Horan who was usually quick witted to want Raon to send Hexana so quickly must have mean he noticed something wrong. "Alright." Raon agreed. Soon after that, an orange reddish aura started seeping from beneath his feet as it twisted and turned, forming to a shape of what it looks like to be of a huge bird.

“And being in pain… Harry talking to me. But…” “That is a lot,” Harry assured him. “That is a lot, for now, my love. It is more than before, and I am…” They could not finish the sentence because of the tears. “I was small and then big because you shifted in your sleep. I awoke surrounded by fur.” “A werewolf,” Jules concluded. “No,” Harry shook their head. “No, my beloved. You were a dragon. A furred dragon.” “A furred dragon,” Sigrid repeated.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

Kael’s jaw tightened. Harry chuckled low, stepping closer to me. “Good, tell them, own it. You are not their doll to control. You are fire, and fire cannot be caged.” Headmistress Morwen slammed her staff against the floor, magic crackling in the air. “Enough!” she roared. “Aria Blackwell, you are hereby—” “Try it,” Harry cut in, his tone soft but deadly. The air in the hall froze. Even Headmistress Morwen stood still,her eyes narrowed at him.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

Whether Harry thought Cole had suffered enough or simply didn’t want to waste more time on him, he swiftly twisted Cole’s head off, leaving a decapitated and dismembered corpse. The hall now held two lifeless bodies. Those who had been eager to play heroes stood paralyzed, perhaps fearing they might be next. Even the heads of the Lucas family couldn’t bring themselves to look me in the eye. They understood that even if they gathered the remaining werewolves in the clan, they wouldn’t stand a chance against me, Harry, and the two high-ranking magicians.

He struggled to resist the stop, his vitality draining away, darkness obscuring every corner of his vision. HeVox was a nightmare. This time he was standing in front of a large, black altar. Strange characters appeared everywhere. Above your head, a horned wizard floats in a large glowing disc, defying gravity with his magical powers. When Ragnar saw him floating. A beam of light passed through the wizard's clawed hand, but he made no threatening gesture. Ragnar raised his weapon but did not attack because he wanted to see what would happen. "What can my master give for your soul?" asked the wizard in a voice mixed with magic. 'What do you want? Think and it will be yours.''