Harry Potter Merperson Novels & Stories

Else, everyone's stamina would run out first. <><><> When the rolling body stopped, "It was Kiko!" The source of this content is novelnext.com The audience screamed after they identified the person. The audience at the distance was having ashen faces. Especially the girls. The person they admired was sent back like a charred lump of a tree branch. The brand new uniform of Middle Region Magic Academy that he was wearing was tattered all over. His handsome face and well-combed blonde hair were in a mess.

But that would only happen for a normal human. I pulled out a strand of my hair and then my eyes gleamed Scarlett red. I chanted a spell as I held on to the hair and it suddenly turned to a small bird. I let the bird fly out through the window, controlling it till it landed somewhere in the forest. It was a simple teleportation spell. One I never learnt or remembered acquiring in the first place. All I knew was, the spell was always in me and now again, it was going to be handy for me. My eyes gleamed red again as I chanted the finishing spell. I closed my eyes and as I opened them, the moonlight's gaze was what welcomed me first and the gentle breeze that came with it. It was mainly dark bu

His slanted eyes looked extremely fierce, and he put the beer bottle on the table so that the beer from the jar filled the table. “Give me a plate, no, three plates of smoked meat.” "Right now!" He grinned, sharp teeth sticking out of his mouth. While bringing up the beer, the prince suddenly noticed the whispers and gossips coming from the surroundings. They weren't talking about him, but about someone outside the pub. Lily was standing in the middle of the road, before she could enter the bar, a disheveled werewolf, his mouth full of alcohol, came out to tease her.

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

One of the students asked, “Why does this man wear the face mask like a clown?” Host Hook explained, “No, he is not a clown. It is the portrait of the rich merchant…” Sycamore giggled, “Merchant?” “No disturbances please.” Host Hook continued with unstable eyes which were wandering in a random direction, “He was a rich merchant of his times, Hexa De Morte. He was more commonly known as Merchant of Demise.” The students chorused, “Woooo”

None of us could bear to see him upset. So, Harry and I quickly came up with a plan to give Peter a little "punishment." Seizing the opportunity when he wasn’t paying attention, we teamed up and shoved him into Ken Yimo’s luxurious swimming pool, making it clear that he couldn’t get out until he pretended to be a mermaid. Only then would we let him climb out.

Its body caused the water to glow, its beauty brainwashed me until I gloated at loss of words. It's song was hypnotic and sounded like love spell melody on repeat. It had half a torso like mine but the rest of its body was a fish. A merman I gaped in shock as its face settled before mine, the water choked me until my lungs began to collapse. The freezing water made my teeth clench and I bit my lips till it bled in the process. The merman looked sad and when he spoke its voice sounded like a thousand choristers singing the hymn "Human..."

“Now, what did Jonathan write?” “Let’s see. Scepter equals Excalibur. Sword of Gryffindor rules. Mirror of Erised.” I squinted a little as I read the handwritten note. Isis shifted in my lap, turning to look at me, utterly confused. “I’m not sure I understand that. Why does Jonathan go from talking about Excalibur to Harry Potter? I mean, both are British, and Merlin is in both, though obviously only spoken of in Harry Potter.” Isis’s brow was furrowed as she tried to understand that strange way my friend’s mind works.

Her apron had chalk symbols drawn on it like some kind of kindergarten wizard cosplay. “Oops! My fault,” she said brightly. "You’ve got those, 'I work for dark Lord eyes. Easy to miss.” I stared at her. “Are you okay?” “Oh, no. I was cursed with charisma and boundless energy. But I manage.” She winked and shoved a cookie in my hand. “You’re new. You smell like new.” “Thanks? I think?” She extended a hand. “Name’s Merlin.” “Like the wizard?” “Exactly like the wizard. But with better tea.”

“And the supernatural world is resisting.” “I sort of knew that part,” Lyric admitted. “You would,” Harry’s eyes met hers in the mirror. “You are involved with a merman, after all. How are they in bed?” He added with mischievous intrigue. “Or out of it. I’ve always wondered.” “Harry,” Jules laughed under his breath. “Like you weren’t wondering, my love,” Harry teased. Jules pulled to a stop. “Ah, that’s me,” Harry reached for the door handle. His eyes met Lyric’s as he got out. “Don’t share the details without me.”