Harry Potter Manacled Novels & Stories

It was as if she had a needle stab right through her. She was face to face with the man that chased her all the way from the alley. He looked disgusting under the yellow light. Willow assumed his teeth were a dark shade of yellow but under the light they looked brown with spots of black. His black eyes narrowed ,as he squinted at her . His long beard and dirty brown hair blew wildly in the wind. He looked as if he was a washed up pirate and this made Willow shiver. The only things he missed was an eye patch and a wooden stump for a leg.

I release a muffled cry while the woman smirks. Suddenly, the woman coughs, spraying blood all over my face. Her hand slips from my hair and she slumps to the ground in a bloody mess. Standing behind her is a tall man dressed in red. He looks strikingly similar to my captor; tall and lean with long black hair that reaches his mid-back. He too has vibrant orange eyes and elven ears. My heart drums as I see blood dripping from his outstretched hand. He had ripped a hole right through the blond woman as if it were nothing. Our eyes meet and my body goes rigid. His footsteps ring through the silence as he bends down towards me, pulling the cloth from my mouth.

His long golden hair was in a long ponytail top-knot and he bowed before me. "I'm sorry about this, Luna. But I can't lose any more of my pack." My mates howled again but the man wrapped a clear bubble around me and we rose in the air. I couldn't stop the fear creeping through me. Only wizards had power like this. I had been so wrong. Things could indeed get worse.

I felt along through the dark with my fingers and recognized the feeling of silver handcuffs secured tightly around my wrists, and I was chained to a wall. Shit! I tried doing a spell, but it didn't work. They must have given me something to control my witch. I also moved my legs and found they were handcuffed on them. Well, shit! I didn't move in any direction; I couldn't. They had chained my neck as well. I let out a whimper as I felt the silver burning my skin, and the next thing I knew, a bright light shone down on me. I heard a deep chuckle. It was Sylvester. He really did kidnap me. Shit!

Xavier inquired. The man shook his head, despair etched on his face. "They wore enchanted amulets, that concealed their scents. They said... they said if I spoke a word, I would not live to see another night." Xavier’s hold tightened, a growl escaping his lips. "Where did they take her?" he pressed, his other hand clenching into a fist, ready to strike if the man hesitated.

Finally, blinding light flashes out of Maeve’s body, blasting the darkness that took over the room, returning it to it’s normal bright state and as quickly as the wind began, it dissipates. Maeve looks down and I watch as Xander coughs. Maeve helps him to sit up and he looks at me, since I’m in his direct line of sight. “What happened?” he asks. “Bro, you just missed some serious Harry Potter shit.” I take a step toward him and then rush to catch Maeve as she passes out.

The brief memory made him smile, but Draco didn't understand how the locket magically appeared in the castle. Draco was certain Andriandita had it leashed around her neck while he buried her. "I guess this isn't it. Maybe someone has this kind of locket," Draco murmured to himself. He was about to put it back into the box when someone knocked on the door. "Come in," he closed the box with the lockets and stashed it on his shelf before turning to see the male servant. "My lord," the male servant bowed in greeting. "May I help you?" he gestured, earning a nod from the servant.

she whispered, pouring the potion into his mouth, letting the liquid slide down his throat. Just then, a knock landed on the door. She froze. The energy behind it was dark — poisonous. Quickly, she dragged the man by the feet, pulling him into a hidden corner and slamming the door shut. When she opened it again, two hefty men stood outside. “Did you see a man riding a horse? Dark magic around him?” one asked. Mahogany smiled softly. “No,” she said, gripping the door. The man’s eyes scanned past her shoulder, to her room searching, but finding nothing.

Kael’s jaw tightened. Harry chuckled low, stepping closer to me. “Good, tell them, own it. You are not their doll to control. You are fire, and fire cannot be caged.” Headmistress Morwen slammed her staff against the floor, magic crackling in the air. “Enough!” she roared. “Aria Blackwell, you are hereby—” “Try it,” Harry cut in, his tone soft but deadly. The air in the hall froze. Even Headmistress Morwen stood still,her eyes narrowed at him.