Harry Potter Seer Novels & Stories

And somehow he had hidden it from everyone. Several pages mentioned healers. Others mentioned secret meetings. Many referenced something called simply the seer. I leaned forward. The entries never explained who the seer was. Only that she appeared when she wished. Disappeared when she wished. And could not be found by ordinary means. One passage caught my attention. Those seeking answers must first surrender certainty. I frowned. What did that even mean? Then I reached another entry. A detailed description. An elderly woman. Silver hair. Sharp eyes. A crooked walking stick carved with strange symbols.

He was surrounded by Edward's bully group and with the menacing looks on their faces, it didn't seem like they would let him off the hook. Enduring the throbbing pain in his shoulder, he summoned the courage and met Edward's gaze. "What business?" "You are obviously a seer...I can smell it on you, but something is not quite right, and I can put my finger on it. What are you hiding? You are not a wizard right? If you were, you would have saved yourself but...since it's obvious that you're a seer. You must have seen this current scene, why didn't you avoid it?" Edward said as he crossed his arms.

It was only right for us to be suspicious. “I came to speak with your Alpha,” she said, eyes on me. “And the girl.” She didn’t have to explain who she meant. Somehow, I knew she was talking about Alysia and all my protective alarm bells were going off. “Who are you?” I growled lowly in a dangerous voice. “My name is Serena. I am a Seer sent by the Moon Goddess.” I eyed her, refusing to believe her words and Charles shared the same sentiment. “Convenient timing.” He snorted “A seer huh? When we’ve just been attacked? Right.”

He still looked confused and bothered. "Did something happen?" She asked him. "How do you know a person's a seer?" Calvin asked. "Well," Phiri paused to think about the question. "Dreams. The person begins to have the same visions the current seer's having. The seer is usually a female werewolf and her visions would be more accurate." Calvin was still not satisfied by the answers he was getting. Phiri was confirming his guess but she had not said enough to prove that Charlene was a seer.

he said and licked his lower lip, seductively. " You have a weird way of making a request. I don't want to hear the universe's voice" she snapped " Your choice" " Yes, my choice" " Are you sure you won't regret it? I mean the universe's voice is beautiful" he said " I would rather listen to a dog bark" she snapped She is a hard one to crack, but he won't give up just yet. He is Maverick Madon he gets whatever he wants. "I guess you don't want to know the secret person too," he said referring to the person she is going to give the invitation card to.

Sebastian asked. Harry shook his head fervently, “I really have no idea, I swear I don’t!” Sebastian did not say anything. It seemed like Old Master Shaw was the only person privy to this secret. “Get out!” Sebastian said. “You…Master Sebastian, what did you say?” Harry looked at Sebastian in disbelief. “Get out!” Sebastian repeated. “You…you’re not going to kill me, not going to kill my entire family?” Harry asked him, sounding as if he was dreaming.

He turned and walked away and I followed behind him. The other watchers followed behind us and stopped a few steps away from the relic room. I pulled the door open and the seer slipped in behind me and I gestured for Felix to follow us in. The seer moved expertly, picking up some bottles containing potions and setting it on the table. He mixed the potions together while Felix lit a fire in the middle of the room. “Are you sure about this? Do you want to reawaken the powers?” The seer asked as he held the bowl out to me but didn’t let go of it when I grabbed it.

disappear". It's just a simple cloaking spell." "Simple. Right," I said before realizing that I was supposed to be getting information out of her, not finding her funny. "How do you know we need your help? And who are you exactly?" "I'm Saoirse," she said. "I'm a seer. That's how I knew you need my help." I didn't know if a seer was different from a normal witch — or even what the heck a "normal witch" was — but it wasn't the most important thing right now.

Their hands were placed on their chest, still thinking back to how Alex violently killed everyone. The final skill that he performed, the furnace of forbidden spells, was mind-boggling. None of them had ever heard of this power. They were simply confused with the entire situation. In the end, they all turned to look at Hermione. “Is he really your master’s husband? As in that goddess’ husband?” “Who is he then? Is he really some superhuman from ancient times?” Hermione waved both her hands. “Don’t ask me. I can’t tell you anything. I can only say that the sect master’s daughter of the Sun Shrine gave Sir ten billion spiritual stones.”

"Deaths. Futures. Possibilities that have not happened yet but might. Sometimes do." Her hands trembled. "They told me I was crazy. Locked me away. Fed me drugs that made everything foggy but did not stop the seeing." My heart ached for her. "You are not crazy. You are a seer. Like Sebastian. Your mind can perceive futures through the Veil." "I do not want to perceive anything. I want it to stop." She finally looked at me.