Harry Potter Rise From Dust Novels & Stories

Logan carefully put me down, then charged at Niles and they started fighting fiercely. My back hurt so much that I gasped for air. But just then, a bold idea flashed through my mind. Looking at Sophie acting crazy, I knew we couldn't keep the rebirth secret any longer. But more than the rebirth, I needed to create a role for myself. One that could guide Logan to the path I wanted. Logan and Niles were natural enemies. They fought many times. No one had won yet. While Logan was distracted, Niles grabbed Sophie and ran.

Asteria and Talia talked cheerfully, while Asteria held the toddler on her hip. “I think you should search the ark your grandfather left in our care.” The former king said, and then pointed at a beautiful chest, engraved in gold, with a wolf howling to the moon as a centerpiece at the top. Asteria nodded. She sighed and closed her eyes. Her eyes showed white, and the entire place felt several degrees colder. Asteria took a deep breath, and one of her nails turned into a claw, slicing her palm. She placed it over the top of the ark, and suddenly the top moved away. That was some weird magic, and I was front row, witnessing.

She suddenly realized she had nowhere to run to, and she had not taken her purse or phone from the room. She could not even book a train to go home now or call her father to come to her rescue. Her boss would definitely give her out if she runs to him, and she had not made any other friends. She wiped the tears off her face with her hand that had gathered enough dirt from the tunnel. Rather than cleaning her face, the dirt smeared on her face, and with the wetness of her tears, her beautiful face became hideous.

“I’m just an ordinary person. There’s nothing special about me.” The witch leaned forward, her gaze piercing into Darius’s soul. “Oh, but you are far from ordinary, my dear Darius. You are a descendant of a long line of witches and warlocks, blessed with ancient magic that has been dormant within you. The power you possess is immense, and it has attracted my attention.”

I can’t do that. As I read, I search for alternative ways to break the curse and rid the magic of its toxic effects. Leaning in closer, I notice a small asterisk leading me to a footnote at the bottom of the page. Relief floods through me as I absorb the words. This could be the solution we’ve been seeking. It may even surpass the effectiveness of all those sacrifices and gruesome rituals. “Have you found something, girl?” Hilda interrupts, yanking me out of my book-induced trance. A smile graces my face as I respond, “Please don’t smudge your face on my books.” Hilda seems exceptionally grumpy today, but I choose to overlook her attitude – it’s just how she is. Instead, I hand her the book

Veronica I fell into darkness, but it wasn't empty. A forest materialized around me, ancient and vast. Moonlight filtered through leaves that shimmered like silver coins. My feet touched soft moss, and I realized I could stand without pain. My body felt whole again, strong. Then I saw her. A silver wolf, magnificent and glowing, stepped out from behind a massive oak tree. Her eyes were the same shade as mine, amber with flecks of gold. I knew her instantly, even though she'd died giving birth to me.

I'll always be waiting for you—Chloe. … The next morning, Silas showed up at the entrance of Kingspoint Hospital. He hadn't shaved, his shirt was wrinkled, and his eyes were swollen and red—nothing like the polished, elegant professor he once was. From dawn till dusk, he waited. He told himself Chloe had to come out for a walk eventually. He just wanted to see her from afar—to make sure she was alive, that she was doing okay.

And then I saw him. Arden Voss. Black tuxedo. Broad shoulders. Sharp jawline. Hazel eyes. Slicked-back hair. Easily over six feet tall. He looked unreal. Too perfect. Too powerful. Brianna Anderson is one lucky witch, I thought bitterly. “You finally found a way to trap me,” Arden said coldly without greeting anyone. “Who knew someone like you would stoop this low?” Wow. Not just rude. Disrespectful. “Arden!” his mother snapped gently.

"Give up on me? Hillary's greatest talent in this life is clinging to me like a stubborn vine. She can't live without me." The tray tilted slightly in my hands. A few drops of scalding broth splashed onto the back of my hand. Red welts appeared instantly. However, I felt no pain at all. I looked at the half-open door with intricate wooden carvings for a moment before setting the tray down on the cabinet to the side. Then, I picked up the insulated container and walked to the end of the hallway. There stood an extremely rare orchid. Tilting my wrist, I poured the bone broth, which I had simmered meticulously for three hours, into the soil of the flowerpot.

After a few minutes, I feel the bed dip and an arm wrap around my body. "I'm sorry you had to see that today doll, people just need to understand they can't try to take you away from me" he whispers near my ear, thinking I was asleep "anyone who tries to get in the middle of this or tries to take you two away from me, well let's just say they won't be seeing another day, goodnight doll" he whispers placing a kiss on my cheek before laying down, his arm remaining around me, I open my eyes staring at the wall.