Harry Potter Inferi Novels & Stories

"aurora boralis thou great aurora, my spirit recides in a world of rest, i am a cut through history, finding the secret of immortality is my goal. Aurora bolaris undying spirit shall awake , Osíris shall be my Helper." Just as professor Snapes stopped the incantation to ask the students which word they noticed appearing most Gao yu started muttering some words. "heather, heather i am a branch of aurora, my body is the vessel of the undead i am a secret that is left to be solved," Gao yu start muttering as the pupils in his eyes started to slowly disappear.

Be it the sect master of the Plenilune Sect or the grand elder, all of them dispelled the notion of jumping into the swamp. Only Hermione was a little unwilling to let it go. It was the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell, after all. Even an ancient goddess from ancient times had some things that they coveted. “I have the Reflective Eye, as well as the treasure attire that my goddess master has given me. I’m not afraid! “I can chase after him. For the sake of the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell, it’s worth it.” Thinking of this, Hermione grabbed the Reflective Eye from her mind palace. The mirror whirled around her, and a silver light wrapped around her body before she too jumped into the swamp.

Teresa whimpered. Harry slammed her against the cave wall, hard enough to crack the stone. Teresa was barely conscious. Her blood dripped from the back of her head. Harry turned back to me and said, “Are you okay, Ivy?” “Take me to the healer’s place! I need the antidote…” “Antidote?” He raised an eyebrow. “There’s another way to counteract the lust potion. You know…” I shook my head. “No, Harry, don’t.” Harry unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves.

Just textbooks, curfews, and nights where my hand would wander under the sheets, chasing something I couldn't even name. My body ached for it... throbbed for it, in ways that left me flushed and frustrated, staring at the ceiling wondering what a man's hands would actually feel like. Dad had meant well. "Something to help with your studies, Nat. Virtual tours, simulations. The guy at the shop said it's top-of-the-line." He had no idea the sleek black headset he'd handed me was glitching on the adult firmware, or that the moment I powered it on and synced it, the loading screen dissolved into something far more dangerous.

How strange? I took closer steps towards the door of the chamber where a black cauldron is, pushed it open and stretched my neck to have a proper view. In it was a potion of dark material and mandrakes, one used purely for dark magic. The longer I peered, the more it looked as if the potion is trying to draw me in through an energy I can't even describe or control. Zephyrine is doing black magic? On who?

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

I repeated her. "Yes, Hyun Ki. Did you forget that Lord Inferno has a soul weapon in the form of a black scythe that can take out the spirit of life. I read about it in your personal library." Aphrodite explained that to me. "But I can't see the scythe on you, Lord Minami." Aphrodite's speech was disdainful, she looked at Minami and smiled again. "Don't tell me you couldn't pull the scythe out." "This girl is really annoying, I'll—"

My stomach sunk in realization, Annabelle had been inflicted with an inferno spell. The inferno spell, a spell that is used to torture spies and criminals, so that they would relent and break. The spell heats up the surface of your skin slowly and then the temperature steadily goes up to a boiling point, until all you can feel is your skin slowly roasting and peeling under the burning pain. A slow, painful and agonizing death. Without me realizing it, my vision had blurred, tears pooling in my eyes as I took in the extent of her injuries. Wiping my unshed tears on the sleeves of my shirt, I sniffled and patted my cheeks, trying to maintain a calm façade.

The children in the line gasps, and the chest snaps open. In the chest on a velvet pillow lies a sharp sapphire, and the Headmistress announces. "A sapphire. Apt for a telekinetic." The witches gathered burst into a cheer and clap loudly as the little girl grins, clutching the sapphire. "She'll get that in the necklace form before she starts class," Leita states. "Her aspect belongs to the paranormal category like Matron Aldar's does." “This all looks very Harry Potter-esque.” I muse. Ophelia hears this and shoots me a dirty look. “Do not speak the name of that book in my presence, I beg you.”