Harry Potter Hungarian Horntail Novels & Stories

Silver bullets rained on them and before they knew their numbers were reduced to half. “Create a shield, idiots!” The Dark Lord commanded. Soon, the witches cast a spell rendering our silver bullets useless. Our witches fought back and the shield was weakening but then the Dark Lord joined the game. With a single wave of the hand, he killed ten witches on our side. I had to stop him else he would kill all of them within minutes. I shifted to my dragon form and instructed Zarina to cloak me. I breathed fire in his direction but he turned at the right moment and used a spell to douse the fire.

Henry then proceeded on his way. As he grew accustomed to it, the combat became simpler, to the point where he could defeat four orcs at once without suffering any harm. Just like that, he arrived inside the centre of the first floor of this dungeon and came face to face with another creature. Horned Boar, a pig with a black horn on its forehead, as the name suggests. "It's a little smaller than I expected." Henry conversed with himself. "Teng!" "Crazy!" As the Horn boar charged at him with scary speed, Henry ducked to the side.

I see the warlock and Tina fighting with Harold. "Dad stop! Have you lost your mind? Do you not recall how that spell rebounded the last time? Why can't you learn?" All this while, Tina is holding Harold's wand whilst the Azanian is holding Harold back. They seem to have managed to contain him. The Azanian snatches the wizard's wand and directs it to the big mahogany tree, a couple of hundreds of metres away. The tree is instantly reduced to cinders. Burnt beyond recognition. I shudder and pain engulfs me. This is how he killed all those pups and females as well as Rufus! I let out a howl of pain. I kneel down and howl three times. It's a mournful howl. I have lost the one person whom I cons

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

As he drew near, I felt a surge of power within me - the bond between my family and our dragon companion was stronger than ever, and I knew that together, we would not be defeated. Suddenly, the Headless Horseman lifted his arm, the severed head held high above his head like a banner of intimidation. In that moment, I focused all my energy on the connection I shared with Elly and called upon her to unleash her fiery breath. The flames erupted from Elly's mouth, searing across the sky and raining down upon the Headless Horseman. He reared back in surprise and fury as the flames engulfed him and his spectral horse, seemingly extinguishing the power that drove him forward.

But then, the worst thing happened. One huge hybrid homunculus—this is what Fenrir called it when he ran towards us as this huge beast tried to kill him—came with a huge, eerie grin plastered on its distorted face. It is ten times.. and I really meant it! Ten times more ugly and eerie than the upgraded ones. “I am so tired! I thought we finished all of them already!” Tori ranted, and the hybrid instantly snapped its head towards her and flicked its fingers. Everyone screamed as Tori was swept towards the castle walls.

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.

Jacob could choose. We both went over and joined them on the blanket. “He sure is a handsome little fella, isn’t he?” Gabriel asked. Jacob was running his fingers through his shiny coat of golden brown hair as he relaxed on his lap. My baby girl was trying to reach over and touch him. “Yes, he is and look at his paws. It’s white, and he has a white patch of hair in the middle of his forehead. It looks like a heart shape.The others don’t have it.” Jacob said in a voice laced with excitement. I placed a finger gently on the little one’s forehead and said, “It really does look like a heart! And you’re right, Jakey, the others don’t have the same mark. This little one sure is unique. How about

"You-You need to run! That's a wizard, Nat- the wizard." She finally seemed to realize that there was someone close behind her and she whirled around to face him again. He knew the picture he made standing there over her. Vampire Prince eyes glowing through the smoke and twisted black metal armor covering much of his body. His crowned helmet sported horns that curled up and back making him appear taller and infinitely more terrifying. He didn't really need armor, but he wore it anyway for occasions such as this. He enjoyed the way her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow past her own fear. She held up her trembling blade against him and his head tilted as he smiled down at her.

We took the horses to the inn's meduim-sized stable and headed towards the inn's open double doors. I could hear loud laughter and cheers. I could even hear loud slurred singing. I walked closely beside Morph as three... men--not quite the right description because the man in the middle had hind limbs and the tail of a horse--Ha. He had long hair as dark as night and he grinned at me while the male beside him steadied him when he staggered again. I ogled the male's gold and green translucent wings and almost didn't catch the apologetic glance he threw my way for his drunk friend's attitude. I gave a curt nod and he smiled slightly, revealing two long canines that looked sharp. From the books