Harry Potter Manacled Novels & Stories

A man stood in front of a big cooking pot and he was dumping a lot of hideous things in it. He picked up the spoon and started stirring it. His eyes turned white when he started muttering an incantation and soon, the pot started boiling and he kept stirring and muttering his spell. The door opened and a woman with snow white hair entered. She walked closer to the man in hood and bowed. “My Lord, I am sorry but we lost track of them again.”

The abandoned castle stands as a chamber of darkness, dripping with an unsettling silence. ASHER, his body weakened and broken, is chained to a cold, rusty wall. His eyes are wide with horror as he watches the hooded man approach, his sinister presence imposing. The hooded Man slowly bends down, his movements deliberate and methodical. He retrieves the severed thumb from the ground, cradling it carefully with an air of macabre fascination. The dim light glints off the Anki knife he used, a glimmer of sadistic pleasure in his eyes.

It all happened quickly. Indianna was waiting outside of the pack house with Greyson, Ace, and Kal. Indianna watched as the car came to a stop a few meters away from them and Harry and Oscar hurried out of the car, dragging out a screaming man with them. He looked wild. He was yelling, spitting and biting at Harry who was holding him. His face was red and his eyes were wide. Indianna could see blood streaking down his arms where he had been pulling at the rope binding his wrists together.

Sora attempts a wrist lock, Aurora counters by shifting her center of gravity unexpectedly, forcing Sora to reset. There is no laughter between them like us. Only concentration. Aurora overpowers Sora in a neck lock, to no one’s surprise ending their brief spar. Isolde has been watching with particular intensity. She is paired with Ivy, the only butler allowed to attend this session. To make equal pairs. Her turn came next, paired with Ivy, the atmosphere shifted again. It seems even the instructor is curious about the twins. I glue my eyes to them.

She turns toward me slowly, mascara smudged, and dares to look annoyed like I’ve just interrupted her spa treatment or something. Then, from beneath her, a shirtless man straightens up, hair messy, trousers undone, lips… wet. “Harry??!” My voice cracks. I take a staggering step back, clutching my award like a weapon but it slips from my fingers and shatters across the floor with a crash that echoes through the silence.

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

He described Caine, giving the same examples he'd laid out to Jess. "Well, he sounds like a weird guy, but that doesn't mean he is possessed by a demon," Malus said after a short pause for thought. "The not blinking thing... it's common in psychopaths I believe, but that isn't my field of expertise." Jess exchanged a disappointed look with Ricky. She knew there was something off with Caine. She knew it in her heart. How could they make this guy understand? "Look," he said. "I'll give you an unbinding spell. If your man is affected by a demonic presence, it should help. You'll need to encircle him, three of you, and say these words three times."

he called before entering the room, the door slamming closed behind him. “Can I help you?” I said, rising an eyebrow. “Definitely Angeles’” the man sneered as he moved towards me. “I’m no one’s” I growled, anger for my ex also residing. He’s the stupid reason I’m stuck in this mess. If he had just allowed me to stay a runaway I wouldn’t be tied up with a Harry Potter character. “Beg to differ sweetheart” the man smirked, leaning down in front of me. I gathered spit, ready to launch it at his face but before I could even attempt to, duct tape covered my mouth, my eyes going wide.