Harry Potter Magical Creatures Noble Collection Novels & Stories

His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct. Nathan froze. The Special Section required faculty permission, but the wolf in him recognized opportunity. He waited until the librarian stepped away before slipping behind the circulation desk. The Special Section door opened with a creak that set his teeth on edge. Inside, the air smelled different—older, heavier with magic. His night vision sharpened as he scanned the shelves until he found it: Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin.

“If she’s not in her room, she might be hiding away in one of the libraries or Crestbane’s forest. She sometimes sneaks out there when she thinks no one’s paying attention.” “Alone?” I grit. Crestbane forest is warded heavily by magic and regularly stocked with dangerous creatures of all kinds, including Grimshades that the Noble Council sends here from the Tether. They are for real-world practice during combat classes, but plenty of Nobles have been ripped to shreds or never found at all after coming across Shades. Zuri shuffles, not meeting my eyes as she swallows hard. It’s a typical reaction. Most people, even Nobles, are frightened when my halo starts to glow. On instinct, they know it’

A while passed before he spoke up again. “Do you have a favorite toy, doll?” I blushed when I realized that he wasn’t asking me for just any type of toy, but for one from my hidden storage.“I-” I opened my mouth to try to say something, but something clogged my throat, and no words left me.“I think you are a wand girl, aren’t you?”A familiar material touched my belly and continued going downwards.“I bet you like to feel the magic.” He clicked some buttons and the device started buzzing, coming to life.I gasped at the sensation. He was holding it just above my clit, enough to feel the vibrations, but not enough for me to actually enjoy them. I tried to wiggle my way, but the more I wiggled, t

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

No doubt the foxes had given her a hassle to capture them. I was pleased she had killed them before bringing them to me. I would have hated to kill them myself and get dirty hours before my coronation day. I had worked a quick spell to turn them into a cloak and had gutted Darla's belly for bringing them five seconds late. Her guts were in a jar I saved for my spells later on. I summoned one of my crows, this one is named Gore. He hated it but I rather loved the name which suited him well because of his fascination with eating corpses. Preferably dead wolves. He also loved bringing souvenirs for my spells. Wolves blood is very useful for many spells.

While Jin rummaged through the goods, Eden walked back and forth across the room, scouring the room for anything new and glancing at the skin in anticipation of the breathing heaving skin. "Are you sure it is already dead?" The black hair retreated towards the mint-haired boy. Jin gave the boy piercing eyes as if to say are-you-crazy: "Had you seen anything that has been removed with only a skin like this alive?" Eden mumbled under his breath: “Who knows? It is a magical creature!" The owner of Swag Items didn't reply. He understood this younger brother's fear of the whole world: "Your stuff." And threw on the table a gray box containing (almost) the entire fortune of the apprentice wizard b

His gaze fell on a hickey on my collarbone, and he pressed me firmly onto the bed. I struggled desperately, screaming. A sharp knife pierced my skin, and blood covered the hickey. "Are you crazy?! Let me go!" Cade held me down with bloodshot eyes, the veins on his forehead bulging. "This will be the first time and the last time! I'll take down the news. Before I lose control, you better get back to normal!" The "normal" he was talking about was him having his intimate photos with his lovers all over the place, and me remaining unfazed.

I'm amazed by the sight. "Okay, let's go over there!" Sophia chuckles, dragging me along to different stores. I didn't have coins to buy anything, but I appreciate the numerous designs on the computers, the projector revealing various clothing, everything. I allow my finger to run along the different variety of fabrics. We even stopped at Urtium - a store for creatures that specialise in elemental magic. They have everything - pets, potions of all kinds, magic, even silver. Silver is deadly to even the most powerful creatures. The slightest touch can scar you permanently, even then its venomous bite stays with you forever.

"Alright... The remains of a dead otter... It was still so tiny. I took a guess that it was still a newborn when it died. I did not understand the idea behind all this. But after you mentioned about spells and charms, I think I start to get the idea..." . "Yeah... But what kind of dark magic do they use in this modern world? Even using a dead animal as their tool. Sick. Sick to the head. Sick to the mind." . "That's not all, Harry... There were also yellow, rotten teeth inside there. Precisely three pieces. It was so disgusting, I literally almost puked upon discovering it all." .

Everyone was mesmerized by the breath-taking beauty of the chalice that glowed under the yellow light of the chandelier. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.