Harry Potter Seer Novels & Stories

“It’s storming outside, and everyone is trapped in the Pack house. I’m hiding in my study in a Pack house where someone has released a long-haired angora rabbit. Right now, there are about forty eager puppies chasing a helpless creature through my house. Jeff has developed that eyebrow tick again. I imagine it’s because he’s imaging the furniture requisition orders Aireka will be giving him after this to repair the damage.” “Oh. Well, I’m sorry it’s not raining in Toronto. You should spend more time in the city rather than Black River maybe?” “Don’t tempt me. Please tell me you have something interesting to take my mind of this latest disaster this Pack house must survive.” “Don’t question m

“Pardon my manners, I am the head seer of the tower, Soraya, these lot are the reputable seers that are responsible for maintaining the system of the tower. You Moria Listarte Graciana have been called upon today to inform of you and investigate the possible connection you have with the prophecy.” The gentle smile on the seer’s lips made me relax for a little bit. From the left side of the headmaster where she was seated, she made movements using her hand motioning the crystal ball and it began to hover half a meter above the table. The scroll spread wide open occupying almost the entire table. “Listen carefully, for you are about to hear The Prophecy,” I nearly voiced out my surprise when I

The two shared sly looks as though they could read each other’s minds, and Hildegarde could only sigh in pity and say, “These sly snakes are going to use these people.” “Dean Desmond, I know we have our differences but listen to me for once. Before we came here, Headteacher Margot asked me to bring the Supreme here no matter what.” “What? How did she know that he would be here?” Dean Desmond wondered. “The Academy’s Seer. She foresaw his coming.” Professor Stern informed his colleague. “So, God King has a Seer,” Mane rubbed his chin silently. “It makes sense, given that they’ve been able to remain at the summit for so long. That wouldn’t have been possible without help.” 2nd opined.

His words sounded far… almost like they were floating in the air and not reaching me. Lucien frowned a little. “Aria… did you hear what I said? Are you even listening to me?” I blinked quickly and nodded. “Yes… sorry. I heard you.” I forced my voice to sound normal. “But… what is a seer?” Lucien relaxed a bit. He stepped closer and spoke in a calm and simple way, like he was explaining something to someone who had never heard it before. “A seer is someone who can see things we cannot,” he said gently. “They see signs. They see clues in the world. They can sense danger or fate. They understand old magic and old stories. They guide people when the path is not clear.”

he says. "Me? How am I your mate? How do you know I'm yourI'm mate?" "I knew the moment I saw your face in The High's crystal ball." "You've lost me there." "The High was the one that told me about you. He's how we knew to come help you that first time. " "What is he? A witch?" "A seer. He sees the future but doesn't have the power to change it. He's also the oldest in this world, he's about a thousand years old," he explains.

Therak spoke angrily “Don’t you dare doubt me boy, I am the great Seer who sees all, my plan never fails” Seer of Argedon spoke angrily as she hit her staff on the ground which created a great impact on the earth, making a crack as the building rumbled but it seems not to affect her nor Therak “I hope you are right, it dared not fail this time around”Therak scoffed as he smirked “SA MAN TA!!!!!!” Seer of Argedon chanted as a green smoke appeared, revealing a cup filled with darkly potion which emitted black smoke

“It’s about my pack.” A moment later, the door creaked open, and the seer appeared. She was older than I expected, her silver hair tangled, eyes pale and distant—but sharp. She stared at me for several seconds, saying nothing. “You. The one who spoke. Come inside.” he said seconds later. I nodded and obeyed. The seer’s hut was dimly lit like the outside, the walls lined with herbs, bones, and ancient books. The air smelled of incense and ash collided with my nostrils.

"What did he say to you?" "Nothing that concerns you." "Everything about you concerns me now." He stepped closer, close enough for me to catch his scent again—pine, smoke, and something darker, more primal, beneath. "You heard Vera. The pack that claims you gains possession of the relic's location. And I intend to be that pack." "So you can control it?" "So I can destroy it." I blinked, taken aback by his unexpected declaration. "Why?"

“You know who I mean.” Dain stiffened. “Absolutely not.” “We don’t have a choice,” Kael shot back. “You said it yourself—this isn’t something we can fight with brute strength. If anyone knows how to sever a connection to a Watcher, it’s him.” Elara’s brows furrowed. “Who?” Dain’s jaw clenched. “The Seer.” A chill ran through her. Even she had heard the stories. The Seer was no ordinary oracle—he was a being older than kingdoms, a creature who walked the line between prophecy and madness.

She stepped into the chamber just after nightfall, her hair loose, her robe soaked from the rain, and her eyes shadowed like she hadn’t slept in a week. Everyone turned toward her at once. Kael. Thorne. Me. Riven still hadn’t returned. She spoke before anyone could. “The child you saw, Rory…” She looked straight at me. “…he’s real.” The room went silent. My pulse stopped. Kael straightened. “No. That’s not possible.” The Seer stepped deeper into the light. “I checked the flame pool. The one hidden beneath the Seer’s tower.” “You’re not allowed to use that,” Thorne said.