Harry Potter Rise From Dust Novels & Stories

“Well, mate is the first option. However, since Muggles like you don’t understand the term, perhaps I can be your lover. Or how do you Yanks say it? Your man. I can be your man.” A choked laugh escapes my mouth at his use of the word muggles. “Wait a minute?” I say, stepping closer as I run a towel down my wet hair. “Are you quoting Harry Potter?” He shrugs his shoulders with a roguish grin. “Nevaeh made me watch all seven movies. They were quite brilliant.” I arch my brows with astonishment. The idea that Azazel has sat down for hours to watch the story of a young boy’s adventures in a wizarding school is almost ludicrous. Seeing my incredulous look, Azazel places his hands on my waist and

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

He turned to the pulsating glowing dust particles. He thought it was kind of silly having to let a magic fairy dust guide him to his mate. “Okay, magic fairyish dust thingy, lead the way!” Following the sparkling trail of dust, Denzel found himself standing in front of a house. The soft glow emanating from the particles intensified, illuminating the path to the doorstep. Denzel exchanged a puzzled glance with the glowing dust. "This is it, huh?" The particles, now swirling with vibrant energy, seemed to dance with excitement before suddenly dispersing into a gentle cascade of sparkling lights, disappearing into the morning air.

I was genuinely surprised. I even stood up from my seat and looked at Aurel. This time, it wasn't just about my resurrection that I wanted to find out from the woman in front of me, but also about who she really was. She wasn't affected by my power to erase memories. She was completely immune to it. I immediately tried to hold her hand, believing that if she was truly human, I would be able to sense her blood flowing. I'd feel the fragility of her body. However, at this moment, Aurel's scent was so captivating, drawing me closer to her. I was now convinced that this resurrection had to do with Aurel, and what else could it mean?

He snaps still unsure but more convinced then before “But just for the record I still think this is all in my mind and I’m only listening because I miss mums voice” I smirk, giggling at how childish he could be, but damn did I not miss it. Just as I was about to tell him the entire plan I could feel a barrier in his head drop down, I surge forward gasping when I realise I could see what he seen, hear what he heard, feel what he could feel. “Turn or il empty hell fire on her” this instantly made his body tighten as he looks up into the eyes of a cold hearted killer, he was a weasley looking bastard, dark brown hair with bushy eyebrows and an even bushier nose

He was searching the ground looking for her body, when - A glowing figure slowly emerged from within the falling ashes. Ambrose turned toward them, getting up from the ground and unsheathing his sword. He had no idea exactly what had risen from the ashes. The pheonix had always been described as a creature. Had something taken over Sephora's body? He didn't know. But when the figure finally came into focus, Ambrose's breath caught in his throat, and his heart gave a twist of pain.

"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.

‘Did I step on something? His body covered with golden light, This evil Buddha was a hundred feet tall and extremely heavy. He was only aware of it later. He looked down, only to find that it had stomped a cockroach to death. He immediately stepped on it a few more times before rushing toward Emperor Ghast. Alex and the others could not bear to watch. That fellow died a worthless death. “Great Resurrection Spell!” Emperor Ghast shouted and pointed at King Sandros who had been trampled into a meat paste. A cloud of smoke suddenly arose. King Sandros, who just had an absolute death, jumped up lively again.

The stamps that prove my identity, my citizenship, my right to exist anywhere in this world—all of it turns to ash falling slowly to the floor. Mother holds it until the fire threatens to reach her fingers, then drops it into a crystal ashtray on the small glass table. We all watch in silence as the last remnants burn; orange and red and then gray. Until it's all gone. Gone. "Let her go," Mother commands harshly. Kruska releases my arm immediately, stepping back with a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. Margaret lets go more reluctantly, her face troubled. Without their support, I sway dangerously. The room spins, and that pounding in my head—which I'd almost forgotten abou

Cassian, in his loyalty, was prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice. I opened my eyes, a newfound determination burning in them. I finally had the missing piece of the puzzle. Dorian's resurrection, the involvement of the mysterious sorceress, and the sacrificial bond between Dorian and Cassian – all these elements were intertwined, forming a complex tapestry of fate and magic.