Harry Potter Marauders Novels & Stories

Ranulf draped his wing on his shoulder, and it seemed to relax him even more. "Come let us join Maven at his sanctuary, so we can finish this sooner. Then you can finally be free from your elders. He is waiting for us right now." Ranulf said getting up from his seat. We all went to Maven's and reach his minutes later. He was brewing a concoction in the cauldron. His greyish body and wings seemed to blend with the surrounding walls. "Maven, let our human witches in on your plan. Arkael, while you're here do you want to join me and hunt down some crawlers? Just leave the boring witching arrangements to Maven. He's more than capable." Ranulf said while caressing Rain's back.

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!

Falcon’s stares. “One more noise, I’ll let you both get out of my class. Even if who you are.” She seriously said. Damn, why do I always get caught talking? I’m not even a talkative person. I sighed and focused my attention on the discussion. “We. Are. Best. Friends.” I heard Drake’s voice again talking very slowly like he wanted me to understand every word he said. I just sighed and nodded earning a loud “YES” from him. “MR. MONTESSARIO AND MISS GENSON! GET OUT!” A loud shout from Ms. Falcon was heard in every corner of our room. We both immediately got our bags and run towards the exit door.

Raven I'm sitting inside the library again, watching the rain pour down from the sky together with my pack. Glass windows display how heaven is opening up, allowing water to pour down. Hayden, Blake, and I are planning to visit another school to see if they have students that have gone missing. The problem is that outside Magic Academy's borders, all game is fair. Alina and Blake's old pack could attack us without consequences. Hayden is staring down at the map over the dark forest. His fingers are interlocked, making him resemble Mr. Burns from the Simpsons, a hot blonde version.

It turns out that there is a higher being in the academy. "Was it him?" the headmaster ask again without saying the person's name. But they are the only ones who can hear their conversations as they are doing telepathic conversations. "It's complicated, to be honest, I am not sure. We shall leave it to destiny. What we must do is prepare for the upcoming war, as we are running out of time. Perhaps in a year or two, the groups of Mara will reveal themselves" he explained while giving importance to the word 'Mara'.

They wore full armour, helmets that covered their faces, and they had spears that didn’t look symbolic. “Gosh, I’m glad to see you guys,” said Maurice, without missing a beat. “Is this the way to the main assembly hall? We’ve been wandering around these passages for nearly an hour and my feet are killing me.” He smiled ingratiatingly, all wide-eyed with innocence. The small of my back was cold with sweat. Watching someone else play the role of blagger-in-chief was even more nerve-racking than playing the role myself. “How do we even get out of this place? Is there a map? I didn’t see one in the gift shop.” He couldn’t have come across more enthusiastic if you’d told him Alan Moore and George

They were too great in numbers. The loud chattering of the curious crowd became silent as we saw our leader Bazaar Wharr accompanied by 7 of his strongest werewolf hunters. Werewolf hunters were the ones who search for werewolves and capture them so we can learn about their weaknesses. Over the years they have managed to find one weakness of them and that was metal or the piece of iron I saw within the werewolf boy I foolishly saved years ago. It can weaken and kill them if aimed at the right spot of their body. All eyes gazed upon Bazaar a 40-year-old white hair and dark eye man. He was in his armour with his sharp sword at his side. He was quite fit for his age and looked younger.

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

Marinetta and Harley fought with everything they had, determined to stop the witch and protect their pack. In the midst of the chaos, Marinetta noticed a large, ornate book lying open on a pedestal. It was filled with ancient spells and rituals, and she realized it was the source of Morgana's power. If they could destroy it, they might be able to stop her. "Harley, the book!" Marinetta shouted, pointing to the pedestal. Harley nodded and fought his way toward the book, but Morgana saw his intention and sent a blast of dark energy at him. Harley was thrown back, but Marinetta managed to catch him before he hit the ground.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece