Harry Potter Periculum Novels & Stories

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.

Jeremiah screamed, he tried to trace down the sorcerer through the window, but it was too dark to see anything. Jeremiah then decided to check Harold’s condition, ‘It was too late, he’s already dead.’ Black smokes were fuming up from the cadaver. ‘Amy could you check the mana in his body…’ Armadale showed up, “of course master,” it said and came closer to Harold’s rigid body. The black smoke was absorbed by it’s mouth, then the book opened by itself. On page three, a new magic diagram was formed and both the shape and name were similar to the one on the second page.

AURORA’S POV I couldn’t have imagined such a death even in my darkest fantasy; suspended in the air, surrounded by candles with weird fragrance. My death meant the return of someone very evil. It also meant the death of my little girl. I tried to use my magic but it was all in vain. My body was drained of all strength. Despair had taken root in my heart and had grown like Cuscuta engulfing my heart; draining it of the tiniest bit of hope that was left.

The first thing I planned to do was calm my curiousness. "Excuse me, can you tell me where this address is?" I showed that card and asked a passerby and he gave me the details about that card. So basically it turned out it was an entry card that permits human to enter universities and colleges. Well apparently universities and colleges are the places where human had there higher studies, even sound boring. Unfortunately it was almost evening so they were closed and I had no means to find him there but I didn't lose hope yet.

groaned Lycus Lewis in his mind. Albus looked around the room and did not find the scepter containing The Heart of Magic. Albus's heart pounded. He approached Lycus Lewis, who was in a state of death. Albus tore off Lycus Lewis's shirt. He could see that tendrils of black energy were almost filling Lycus Lewis's chest. Once his chest was perfectly black, his heart would explode and shatter. Lycus Lewis was dying.

He was already shifting into problem-solving mode, his loyalty unwavering. “That isn’t even why I’m telling you about this, Severus,” Perseus interjected, his voice cutting through Severus’s determined stride. He had to redirect this conversation, to focus on the real threat, the one he could comprehend. He was searching for a logical explanation, a tangible enemy to fight, rather than confronting the terrifying possibility of his own lost memories. “I could smell fairy magic on her. She’s probably a spy or Intel from them, and we have to get rid of her.” The words were a desperate attempt to regain control, to name a threat he understood, a foe he could fight, rather than the insidious enem

Queenie's face twisted into an expression of utter mania, and then, in a gesture of shared malice and triumph, the couple clinked their glasses together. It was just as I had expected—being in proximity to the cursed perfume bottle was enough to initiate the spell. I immediately devised a plan and hailed a cab to the office. There, I retrieved the original porcelain bottle I had dumped in the trash can. While Preston and Queenie were having a rendezvous in the hotel, I poured the last few drops of the cursed perfume into a bottle, mixing them with Queenie's personal perfume. After that, I applied for leave at work, citing I needed some time off for recuperation, and arranged a trip with my c

The oxygen masks made his voice dry, raspy, and almost robotic. He is lying in bed on life support. IVs and tubes on his body filled with different medicines and drugs, keeping him alive for years. His long white hair, wrinkled face, and blackened dead nails show that old age has not been good for him. Jacques knelt in front of the old man, “Headmaster, the last spell that I cast survived.” The headmaster coughs in excitement, “Did we get Hercule Perrimont?” He asks in glee.

"Please?" "Wrong." I turned my head away again. "Abracadabra?" I shook my head. "Ugh! Clue?" "Harry Potter." "Avada Kedavra?" I scowled at him. "Kill me, why don't you?" He pressed his fingers to his forehead. "That's the only one I know." "VulneraSanentur." I finally answered. "Because you wound me." Colton sent a flat look. "Get out."

"Not just in me. In both of us." "Then we use it." Kara's violet eyes hardened with determination. "Together. We end this." Outside the cave, the forest had gone silent. The corrupted half-bloods had been marching toward the waterfall, driven by Liesel's dark magic, their empty eyes fixed on their goal. But when the golden light exploded from the cave, when the First Wolf's power surged through the earth and sky, they stopped.