Harry Potter Luminous Novels & Stories

“She isn’t really good at locator magic. Why don’t you ask Cassie’s mom?” “Aunt Ellen will tell my mom. I don’t want my mom to know what I’m doing.” “You’ve been holding up in the attic for days. What does she think you’re doing in the attic?” “Making a special ring for Xavier.” “What?” She asks, confused. I forgot they aren’t common in modern times. “Luxium Solis.” I found it in one of my mom’s books while researching locator spells. It’s jewelry that can store things. Xavier’s always leaving his clothes everywhere. I thought it would be a nice gift, a ring .”

My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace. Reaching the seventh floor corridor, I paused outside the Room of Requirement, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Then, with a trembling hand, I knocked three times. The door swung open and there he stood - Harry Potter himself, glasses glinting in the candlelight. His black hair was messier than usual, like he'd run his fingers through it a hundred times. The white shirt hugged his lean chest and his dark jeans clung to his hips. He was gorgeous.

Lily A howl shattered the clearing. It tore apart the chants, reverberating through each of the elements swirling through the darkness. The blade froze a hair’s breadth above Lily’s chest. She let out a ragged breath, though her eyes remained fixed on the glint of the blade. It shimmered in the moonlight, trembling in Peverton’s shaky grip. “Potentia grym,” he muttered, shaking his head. Then, again, louder, he said: “Potentia grym!” and raised the blade anew.

He shoot every shadows he sees, while Luma keep generating them using a black tourmaline stone. “Wow” she said mockingly “I hope your magicules last.” As dark smoke comes out from her palms wrapping Lynx then throwing him against the wall. Lynx protection spell got broken making them exposed on Luma energy suction spell. Luma’s laugh echoed across the cave, like a witch successfully turned a child into a mouse. Thinking how being human weakens the once upon a time strong sentinels of the Moon and Sun. “I am still willing to be your Priestess you know” Luma said to Lynx “Just bow down to me, I will forgive you” she said pulling Lynx closer to her

"The prophecy awakens." As they emerged from the ruins, Luna saw that her silver light had spread throughout the territory. The rogues who'd been surrounding the pack house were on their knees, dark magic bleeding from them like poison being drawn from a wound. Their eyes were clearing, returning to normal colors instead of the red haze of corruption.

groaned Lycus Lewis in his mind. Albus looked around the room and did not find the scepter containing The Heart of Magic. Albus's heart pounded. He approached Lycus Lewis, who was in a state of death. Albus tore off Lycus Lewis's shirt. He could see that tendrils of black energy were almost filling Lycus Lewis's chest. Once his chest was perfectly black, his heart would explode and shatter. Lycus Lewis was dying.

Sunshine screams as the mixture flying through the air strikes her down. I step inside the protection ring. I reach out to make an opening and pull her onto our side to protect her, but before I can pull Sunshine into my magic protection, one of the minions grabs Sunshine. He hits Sunshine one time with the salty-smelling potion, and it penetrates her body.

Years Later. The laboratory's fluorescent lights hummed softly overhead as I carefully measured the final ingredient into the crystalline solution. After five years of research, countless failed experiments, and nights when I thought breakthrough would never come, the moment had finally arrived. I held up the vial containing "Aurora's Light" - the anti-silver poisoning potion that would revolutionize werewolf medicine. The clear liquid seemed to glow with its own inner light, though I knew that was probably just the reflection of the lab equipment. Still, there was something almost magical about this moment.

But it was his eyes that had Rebecca’s hand locked firmly onto the hilt of her dagger. Lucian’s silver irises had bled into a blinding, solid white light, completely devoid of pupils, radiating a profound, cosmic power that illuminated the dark corners of the bedroom. He was staring straight ahead into nothingness, his breathing shallow and rhythmic, his entire anatomy acting as a living lightning rod for a psychic current that was vibrating through the stone floorboards.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”