Harry Potter Nagini Novels & Stories

Margot hissed, annoyed at the fact that Harry could freely walk around after what happened while she was worried about her safety against him and his mistress. “Nadine… Harry’s mistress, she managed to break into the house. Anywhere is safer but here… I don’t know what else they’ll try to do,” Margot said, rubbing her forehead. “Can you pick me up again? If you don’t mind, I’ll stay with you and Linda for now…”

"Cassandra I told you to stay away from mischief and try not to kill someone. Most importantly why would you even even engage yourself with those despicable human affairs. James got furious and slammed the table after hearing the word 'despicable' and left the table. He has his soft spot for humans and ofcourse he has temper like us. We watched him go and started our argument again. "They were trying to harass her and I can't let that happen." I defended myself.

A misunderstanding could happen and that was the last thing I had ever wanted. "Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

Her hair was lank and lusterless, falling around her like strings of rotting straw. A cauldron bubbled slowly in the corner, leaving off the most infernal and rancid vapors. Bits of frogs’ legs, bat wings and eyes of newt were scattered around the floor of the cave. Her lupine eyes, savage and cunning, only came to life when she muttered certain arcane words from a spell. They perched above her hawkish and hooked nose. From it sprang the most preposterous wart. It was at least the size of a saucer. It would have been funny if the scene wasn’t so Stoker-esque.

My nails were almost biting on its skin, but I controlled myself to not cause it to be more aggravated than it already was. “Fluffy, stop!” I yelled when I caught its name on the roof. Anya gave that name. Indeed, he was fluffy but a monstrous fluffy pet! I groaned in irritation. “Hmmm! Unicorn, stop!” Still not listening! “Siberian, stop!... Doggy! Dammit, you monster dog, get off me!” My frantic thrashing and kicking beneath the beast was no use. It didn’t give me another chance to scream again when its tongue tried forcing my mouth open. I grabbed a fistful of its fur and used my remaining strength to keep the distance.

My companion only drinks blood from animals and sometimes from a transfusion bag. - And this is Agnes, a powerful witch. Ulric says. - I see that the pack is diversified. - Angel's uncle says, more to himself than to Ulric. On the ground, the human started moaning and making some movements. Dark passes the man who got between him and the pilot. - There is no time for conversation. He crouches in front of the pilot, and the vampire uses his hypnotic voice when he opens his eyes. - Sleeps. Everything was a strange dream. When you wake up, you won't remember anything.

"He and I have never met." Lily looked at Douglas with hatred, denying everything he had just said. Douglas still bowed to the Wolf King to justify himself: "Your father sold you to me before, and you are now in my possession." “Could it be… could it be that you are that person? Cannibals and murders of innocents?” Lily suddenly looked at the man in front of her. Is it true that the 20-centimeter long hairstyle tied at the back, the same blood-colored bracelet and the wolf's face? Why didn't she notice it in the first place?

The interior was warm, dimly lit, and smelled of dried herbs, fresh furs, and something deeper—something maternal. His gaze landed first on the dark-orange-tailed nagini sitting at the edge of the bed. She had a natural elegance about her, her features smooth, framed by neatly braided hair adorned with small gold accents. She was speaking in low, hushed tones to the other nagini curled up in the nest. The one in the nest, however, was unmistakably Kire.

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.