Harry Potter Rare Abilities Fanfiction Novels & Stories

A golden fruit slipped from Abigail’s satchel and rolled onto the ground, glimmering faintly in the dark and both of us froze. Abigail’s eyes widened in horror. “No. Nope. Not leaving that behind.” “Abigail,” I hissed, panic clawing up my throat. “It’s a fruit, not your child...” “Do you have any idea how rare this thing is?!” she whispered harshly, crouching down. “This can power a hundred spells, Violet!” “Abigail, don’t...” But she was already bending down, reaching for it, every movement painfully slow. The dragon tensed, claws digging into my shoulder.

Hades asked them all, though he didn't wait for an answer before nodding to the Hare. Moments later, a swirling vortex of magick split the air open. This wasn't a Hell Portal. It didn't cut through the Underworld to get from point A to point B. This was a true portal, a rare ability. Hades hadn't actually met anyone who could do it. He didn't think that the ringmaster was the one who'd created the portal but whoever did had given the Hare the means to open it. Another rare ability. Hades was pretty sure he wanted to get away from this circus just as much as they wanted him to leave.

However, his earlier question about my abilities was still running rampant in my head. At the very back of the closet, tucked neatly away in the shoe box I placed it in four long years ago, were the abilities I swore to both myself and my father that I’d never again touch. They’d been stirring more and more lately, spurred on by the drastic change in scenery. My magic had always been unusual, to say the least. Almost like it had a mind of it’s own. It enjoyed Hakeem’s curiosity immensely. Sneakily, it peeked through the ventilation hole in the shoe box, reaching out the same way it had with Harriet last week. Carried on a current of cold air from the car’s a/c, I tasted Hakeem’s fears as tho

Nyota asked in bewilderment. He understood Nyota's question. Ragnor is unable to love and be with another woman if his chosen mate is still alive. Nyota believes this trait was inherited from the father, so how was George able to choose another woman when he had already chosen her? "My lily, my species develops some unique traits not inherited from another. The inability to be with another woman after choosing a mate is unique to Ragnor. I, like any other man, can move on but will still remember my first love. My daughter can transform at will into anything and can help transform others, but I don't have that ability. Ragnor has his abilities too, which I may not have, but we do have a gener

“Most witches have knitches in say to a specific element or sect of divinity or mental powers, my father had visions, I didn’t know him before my mother got her claws in him but he was very smart, could manipulate multiple rituals, melding them together to make them more powerful. It was a hobby, not something he did for gain but I’m sure that’s what my mother wanted from him. Others like those my mother chose to sign the contract have rare mental abilities and higher capabilities of manipulation of elemental energy. They don’t know what I can do. I hid a lot of what I am capable of.” “You have a mental ability?” He asked. I shrugged. “It’s yet to be fully tested, but I can reach out to your

Was being called a person offensive? "If I am honest, you are the first one I have met in person. I have heard rumors though." He looked sad. Did it really matter if he had met other people like me? Was it that great to be different? Special? "The rumors are that noble vampires with colorful hair have special powers normal nobles do not. Powers like flying, shapeshifting, teleportation, and the ability to phase through things. I do not know if all of these are true though." So wait, I have one of these powers? How do I figure out witch?

Then, he walked out of the hospital, secretly reveling under the admiring gazes of the nurses and doctors that were lucky enough to witness such rarity. It was a rarity because; One, healing ability was easily the rarest ability in the world, closely followed by Space and time manipulation. Two, it was a great honor for people to witness the director use his ability because it was rumored that if someone in the medical field was in the vicinity and watched while the ability was being used, there was a chance that such a person would attain 'enlightenment'. Of course, it remains unknown whether they were just rumors or not, but such was the seemingly immortal image of the special guest and me

“Exactly! I don’t know why or how, but I’ve always been able to create potions. I just mix some herbs that I think feel right, and then I chant a spell, which always makes me create something magical from the herbs—that’s my ability.” I arch an eyebrow. “And what are your other abilities?” “Meh, you know, the usual vampire and werewolf stuff: inhuman strength, sharper senses, compulsion, teleporting through shadows, turning into a wolf, and running at lightning speed... Oh, and telepathy!” I stare up at him. “That’s a lot...” Freddy leans down to kiss my forehead. After he is done, he gives me a tired look. “I’m a total monster who has more than enough abilities for the both of us to go arou

something I couldn’t quite name. The moment we entered the empty chamber, Axel closed the door behind us. The silence was thick, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. Old man Harrick took a breath, his eyes settling on me with a strange intensity. “Exalia,” he began, his voice soft but steady. “I believe you may have a rare kind of magic within you. It’s something very few possess, something that might be able to counter the dark magic behind this sickness.” I felt a shiver run down my spine. “Magic?” I whispered, feeling like the ground had been pulled out from under me. “I don’t have magic. I’m... just me.”

“I can make force fields. Although I haven’t quite learned how to control the placement of them.” “Interesting,” He murmurs, “Anything else?” I don’t want to tell him about the void. I don’t want anyone else to know about that. I say, “You know there’s a chance after us marking and mating that you would get an ability.” His eyebrows raise and his ice blue eyes brighten with intrigue and he says, “Keep talking.” I chuckle, “Our Beta Charlie got his abilities after his mate Harper marked him. I don’t know if that will happen with you, but I know that there’s a chance.”