Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Invisible Horses

His self-possession had returned with the appearance of the mages. Reive turned to the monarch and answered, “Your majesty, this is a horse. I guarantee that you’ve never had such an animal. You don’t need to feed it. And it doesn’t need to have rest. You can ride it for days, and it won’t fall from exhaustion. Tiredness is unknown to it, as well as disease, hunger and death.” Gerhard shifted an amazed gaze to Scarlet Hoof and whispered, “Is that an undead horse?” “Exactly, your majesty,” the necromancer nodded. “And now, it’s yours.”

But there was something about the way he looked at me now—steady, intent like he would not take no for an answer— that made it impossible to refuse. “Of course,” I said, closing the book and rising to my feet. He led me to the stables where two horses were already been saddled by a young boy who seemed far content to pay them mind than look at us, the scent of hay and leather filled the air as the horses shifted in their stalls. I stood by one of the stall, admiring the horses alpha Cormac’s mount, a striking black stallion, that pawed at the ground impatiently. "His name is Hades" he mumbled running his hands through the mane, I nodded but my gaze was drawn to the smaller horse

he said, his eyes flickering to look directly into her eyes as if he wanted to imprint the next words in her mind, "and when I want something, I don't take no for an answer." Instead of responding, she rolled her eyes and sped up to walk to her favorite horse, which was white in color. The horse was pink under its white hair coat, with golden hair on its neck, adding to its beauty. As soon as the princess touched the neck, it became quiet and calm. It seems like both of them share a unique bond with each other.

➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Vala's Apartment: Ruthless showed her and Vala gasped out in shock, right in front of her as if she was there. They were standing on the air, she could see horses, and each horse had its rider. Vala couldn't see their faces because they were putting on a dark cloak which hides their faces, the only thing Vala could see was their eyes color, bright red. "What are they?"

Jax replied with a grin, “driving isn’t my only forte.” They all laughed. Outside, dusk had begun to fall over the palace grounds. Some guests were still chatting in small clusters. Amber paused as her eyes caught movement—Isis and Rhea near a white horse. The horse neighed and jerked its head toward them. Its eyes gleamed unnaturally—almost sentient. Miriam clutched her chest. Amber stood frozen, gaze locked on the beast. “You feel it too?” she whispered. “There’s something strange,” Miriam murmured. “You feel it too?”

’ ‘I think the people on the ground will see a big ass dragon flying over their heads’ ‘You can make me invisible. ‘How?’ ‘With your help. Remember how you exerted your will over the man on the dock?’ ‘Yeah…’ ‘Do the same thing to me.’ I was skeptical but still... “Lars, will you bring me my horse, Scota please?” “My lady?” He asked questionably before shrugging and heading below deck when I didn’t elaborate any further. LARS

He wanted to fight so badly because the last time we fought with those treacherous wolves he couldn't accompany us but now he had a chance. Before anyone could say anything I raised my hand and asked. "What's the most traditional and effective way to hide our scent from other werewolves?" "Drenching ourself in water" They all said unison. After we drenched ourself with water, we could easily lower our scents to other wolves but not completely dismiss it but still it could work and enough to take a chance. "And what's the best way to invade a territory when it's alpha is not there." I added. They all started to understand the meaning behind my words.

Someone had asked for a potion, a forbidden one — and only she had the power to make it. She needed herbs to create the mixture, a liquid potion. But then, the neighing of horses echoed through the woods. She froze, her gaze snapping toward the narrow road ahead. That’s when she saw it — a horse gone wild, its eyes rolling white, foam spilling from its lips like it carried a rabid curse. Mahogany’s breath caught, her eyes widening in horror. Black magic. The horse was cursed. She could see the dark mist swirling around the creature. “Hide,” the wind whispered. She stood quickly, clutching the hem of her gown — until she saw him.

"You can’t find him. He’s cloaked." Frustration tore through me, and I slammed my foot on the floor. “Are you sure?” My eyes turned dark as I stared directly into her eyes. “If you are lying, I would kill you.” She shook her head and sighed. “You saw what happened. I’m not lying.” "Do you know anything about the invisibles?" I asked, desperate for any lead. "The wolves who appear and disappear in battle, powered by witch magic?" she asked. I nodded. "Why do you ask? Have they been terrorising your pack?" she enquired curiously.

I grabbed the fit-it-all pouch and examined its scent. For a split second, Xanthea’s tranquil scent lingering on the pouch and her clothes overpowered my senses as I shut my eyes, my mind almost shutting down. Snapping out of the distraction, I kept the pouch on the vanity and squinted my eyes at the dark corner of the cupboard. Using Pheles’ eyes, I peered at the murky green fear projecting out of the boy and Zosha. The kids had drunk an invisibility potion, thinking that it would hide them from me. Clever, but not clever enough.