Harry Potter Saved By Arcturus Black Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Hesitantly while still gripping on the hem of her dress she walked over to the place that Mike ordered. Mike raised his left hand which was holding the wand and placed it over her shoulder. Ariana saw him raised his hand and thought that he would hit her for a mistake that she perhaps had done. Shutting to her eyes, the little girl braced herself from the incoming pain on her cheek. However unlike the pain she thought she would have to endure, a bright light formed from bellow her feet, glossing all her pain with its rays. Shining the red color of her into an orange sunset, in a blink, the throbbing pain on her body lessened before eventually disappearing.

"I had a vision, about Penelope. I can't explain now, but please, I can't leave her." Henry didn't argue again. Instead he leaped into the hole where Penelope had fallen through. Aurora waited at the top, praying to the moon goddess and every other goddess she knew to protect her mate and her best friend. After a while, the black wolf climbed out of the hole with Penelope on his back. "Oh Penny." Aurora rushed forward to check on her, but the burning castle suddenly let out a deep groan. The black wolf jerked around, and his eyes widened in realization.

She tried to call out to Ellen, but a strange dizziness overpowered her and she felt her body collapsing to the floor. "This is it, here's the point where I finally die," she panicked in fear, expecting to hear the thud of her body as it reached the floor. Seconds passed and she listened, nothing, why? She looked up in alarm but a firm hand held her in place. Surprised, she looked into the face, who had come to save her when her best friend didn't? As her eyes recognized the face, she bounced back on her feet with a shriek. His shoulders looked more broader than last time, and fuck! those bronze eyes were shining brighter than usual. His hair was poured beautifully across his face, a handsom

My feelings toward Arthur were his leverage against me. And it's time I stop. I will never be Raya. I wasn't born to be her in the first place. ---- Lyanna could not possibly notice it but Skye was purposely trying to manipulate Lyanna into thinking that. A hint of smile can be traced at the corner of Skye's mouth. After a while, Skye cautiously leaves the academy and reports back to their hideout where they kept Arthur unconcious. Skye announces, "Our plan has worked. Lyanna touched the door handle. Her blood activated Arthur's curse of black plague."

At the same time, Harry and Philip staggered back. Harry’s face was full of horror as he stared fixedly at Philip. He laughed miserably and said, “Well, well! I didn't expect you to be so strong! I underestimated you! With such strength at such an age, the Black Dragon Heart really deserves to be a product from behind the stargate!” After saying that, Harry twisted his neck, and another roaring black tiger manifested behind him. The roars made people’s eardrums hurt while the black tiger emitted the pressure of a rabid wolf!

With a flick of his wrist, Draco unleashed a spell, directed at the monstrous form of Malia. In an instant, the darkness that had shrouded her dissipated, leaving her crumpled on the ground, her monstrous facade replaced by her disheveled human form. Gasps of astonishment echoed throughout the throne room as the twisted manifestation of Malia's power dissipated, leaving only a sense of eerie stillness in its wake. All eyes turned toward the figure in black, the source of this unexpected intervention. As my gaze locked with theirs, a jolt of recognition surged through me. It was Draco, the vampire who had saved me.

The dummy slipped from my hand, hitting the floor with a dull thud that seemed to echo in my ears, but it was nothing compared to the roar of panic that surged through me. My knees buckled beneath me, my legs betraying me in that instant of weakness. The floor rushed up to meet me, but before I could even begin to brace myself, something impossibly fast and strong caught me. A presence surrounded me. His hands, solid as stone, gripped my arms, steadying me with a force that left me breathless. It was him—Atlas Blackwood. He had moved so fast that made no sense, a fluidity that defied the space between us. One moment, he was standing across the room, and the next, he was there, his grip on me

InvaHe would always come to my rescue. He is giving me a look that tells me everything will be okay, and I am inclined to agree with him. “Artemis, if you don’t meet me at my car right now, I will ruin everything for you.” Blake mind-linked me with those kinds of remarks, I was taken aback, and I could feel my hands shaking. I don’t know what to do or what to say. “I’m going to the bathroom,” Blake excused himself, kissing Hermione before pretending to leave to go to the restroom.

The Black Moon pack had been slaughtered, and he was gravely wounded, lying in a pool of his own blood, waiting for death. "Someone saved me…" he murmured. "It was Vanessa. She risked everything to save me…" "Fool!" the witch sneered. "Did you ever once stop to think how a teenage girl, with no ties to your pack, could have single-handedly stormed an enemy camp to save you?" Fenris froze. He grasped at the fractured memories of that night. A flash of silver light... a gentle touch... and a voice whispering in his ear, "Live... please, live..."

My hands started to tremble. "Are... are you sure the one who saved Byron was a girl with black hair, not the blonde, Ariana?" The old man's answer was firm and unwavering. "Luna, I remember that day. The one who saved Alpha Byron was a girl with black hair. To protect the Alpha, her back was wounded by a silver bullet. It was definitely not the blonde Miss Ariana." The link ended. I sat in my chair, staring at my trembling hands. The truth.