Harry Potter Seer Novels & Stories

the Lord asked while drinking fresh blood. "Yes, sire," the man replied. "Bring me the seer," the Lord ordered. Three men went inside, bringing a girl with them. The Lord shakes his glass, and devilishly smiled. The men released the girl, and she fell face-first on the ground. The Lord stood up and yanked her hair. The girl screamed in pain. "Tell me, seer. What did you see in the future?" the Lord asked. "You. Dead and gone," the seer bravely replied. The Lord's devilish smile vanished, not liking what the seer answered to him. He slapped the girl and pulled her again. The Lord glanced at Hecatos, and coldly spoke.

I said, and she chuckled. “The main part to help you understand is that most seers, be they full supernatural types, or humans with a little extra, come from the sorcerer magic line. They work with either space or time.” she tilted her head at me and I nodded to assure her I was understanding. “Now I say most because there is one type of seer that is actually from a more pure source. This type is very rare and is a very, very powerful seer. They don’t channel their gift through dimensional magic like, say, a psychic or a medium would. They channel their gift directly from the source of life itself. They hold the purest connection to source and therefore have the clearest and most accurate vi

“Did you see the red moon?” “And the blue. It changed.” He had seen it. “No one else felt the heat like this?” He shook his head, worry tightening his jaw. “I called a seer,” he said. Hope stirred weakly in my chest. “A seer.” “He can see the past and look into the future. Something is happening. It has you in it.” A small, fragile smile passed between us. **** Grass brushed my legs as we met him. The man across from me wore a thin smile that never reached his eyes. His presence made my skin itch, as if it recognized something dangerous.

SERENA The High Seer was still smiling. It was not just a smile. It was the smile of a man who had seen a lot of things happen. He had seen kingdoms come and go. So one more person trying to be in charge did not impress him. The room was very quiet. Even Raze was not moving. He was standing next to me with his hand on his sword. He was looking at the man very carefully. The Seer said, "You have read part of the prophecy."

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 12:30 PM "In the year of 1979, I witnessed a young seer give a prophecy about the end of the Dark Lord." Dumbledore said, and saw that he had Erik's attention. He took a deep breath and continued.

More like she was bragging about her powers and her pack’s “So?” “All magic has a dark side. You just have to harness it to get what you want. A seer doesn’t get to see what he wants. Rather he’s being given what to see. However, if he dug deep and broke that rule. He could search everywhere for the location of Rayell.” “That is too risky. The seer is but a four-year-old girl. She doesn’t even understand her powers yet.” “It’s the only way I see forward. Or we can keep trailing Callox's failed trails of finding her.”

There wasn’t going to be a trail to follow since that traitorous Xaviar had flown off with her. I had barely finished skimming over the short document when Fredrick entered, his expression one of defeat. Miriam’s voice was still on a loop in my mind. I refused to give up hope, though the lack of leads was frustrating. Fredrick’s face told me that whatever I had remembered from Miriam’s book was offering more frustration. I looked at him and waited. “Aro.” He started. “The seer is dead.”

“I’m a good guesser.” “No,” I said, shaking my head, my pulse kicking up. “No one’s that good at guessing… unless…” I narrowed my eyes. “…you’re a Seer.” She chuckled. “Now you’re a bad guesser.” “Am I?” My gaze dropped to where her left hand was resting against my glass. I leaned in, voice low. “You’ve had your fingers on my drink since you sat down. A Seer doesn’t need much, just a personal object, a thread of contact, to see into someone’s life.”

He took a peek at everyone’s mind and the majority of them were regretting their decision to support this old piece of shit. “The destruction rune shines brightly and hangs perfectly over your head, Augur,” Serena murmured. Her voice wasn’t the timid, shy one, but it oozed confidence and honestly. Dorian smirked when he heard several sharp intakes of breath and gasps. Even Sedona who had now dared to stand up but kept a safe distance away from Dorian, sucked in a choked breath. It was no secret that a powerful Seer would be able to see someone’s end before anyone else did. Dorian wondered how this man had managed to keep his kingdom going. He mulled over the question before filing it away fo

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.