Harry Potter Siren Novels & Stories

I funnel energy into the trap we’ve constructed, weaving the spell into a shimmering net that spans the clearing. “Steady,” Soren whispers, sensing my tension. In the clearing, Hilda shifts, tilting her head slightly. Her voice rings out, taunting. “So Maelor sent his lapdogs instead of coming for me himself? I hope he’s close enough to hear me calling him a coward. Come on then, let me see who he considers to be dispensable.”

She was really at her limit but was afraid her moans would be heard outside. "Don’t hold back; I actually love your moans. Don’t worry, this room is soundproof," Sean whispered to her and then started kissing Hera again. Drrt! Drrt! Hera turned to her bag. She wanted to grab her phone inside it, but she could hardly hold on. Ah, she felt so weak. "Take that call, darling," Sean said as he slowly moved. Hera chose to obey him; otherwise, it would be the end of her. Especially since the room was so soundproof.

This enclosure trapped the two and burns their flesh once the arcane touches their skin. Both of them fall over on the forest ground, pleading but instead of noise seeping from their mouths more and more blood soaks the forest ground. The lone Siren snaps the bolt in half and gets up. Her feet are planted in the grass and she tries to propel a most thunderous scream to alert the others nearby, however, her throat becomes stiff. A hand is wrapped around her thick and muscle throat. Xialn tries to take her down but the sound of her trident rendering through the cold air reaps through his mind and without a second thought he backs away to avoid the oncoming attack. The weapon clasps in her righ

She jokes and I sense her anxiety but decided not to let her know and just smile at her. “With the power and faith entrusted to me, I present you, Pandora.” Selene announces raising her hands to the night sky and everyone cheers. The dome that raised when the ritual began was coming down in little snowflakes of light. I was amazed at everything around me. It was like I had another way to see life.

Jon, quite careful not to sit too close to Nio, said: “Oh gods, I had no idea. I've never seen any sorcerer able to do what you just did. You really did unfreeze the sun, didn't you?” Nio replied: “Yes, Jon, I did. And no, there is no other sorcerer in Raal who can do what I can. At least as far as I know. As for your question Shieena, it's hard to explain. When I was on the Dal estate and Teria’n kept insulting me, I decided to show him how wrong he was. For once in my life I wanted to show that bastard that he is no better than me. I reached with my spark far above, and mhm, how to explain that? You know how spiders create webs. Well imagine the magic that is in all things, alive or not, l

For their part, the four guild clans worshiped the God of the Oracle. Laria, the Supreme High Priestess of the Order of Noor and wife of Theobald, had orchestrated the capture of her husband, their kids and some other member of their clan, in order to deceive the unsuspecting Brotherhood, to try to seize some of the stones of the Golden Serpent. Now however, luck had presented them with the opportunity to seize The Golden Serpent with the full set of gems.

“Hey, don’t do this again; your Mom will be mad if you made her worry.” “Haha! I am the sneakiest kid in the sewers; no one can beat me in doing this kind of thing.” “Go now, before she finds out.” Jin chuckles. “Okay, see you later Jin!” “Later, Gasly!” [Gasly started to run towards their window and climbed up to it, as sneaky as he can. Jin headed towards his room, close to the corner of the Sewers. He opened his room, and as the lamp was lit, the portrait of him and his deceased Mother shone above his wooden cabinet, cobwebs on every corner of his room, rusty sword on his wall, ocarina, left over bread, a small notebook, quill, full-bottled ink and a small blade. He walked through the roo

Scoffed Layla as she grew weary. *buzz – buzz* As she leaned over the table to get her phone from her bag, she toppled the book over the table, and dropped it face down onto the floor opening its pages. She picked it up and a symbol was being described on one of the pages. “Protective gliis used by siren witches. Can be used in everyday contexts, however, difficult to find outside of this practice. Usually charged on...” “Siren witches...?” muttered Layla. She closed the book and put it back on the table to check on her ringing phone. They were texts from Tommy.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

The children in the line gasps, and the chest snaps open. In the chest on a velvet pillow lies a sharp sapphire, and the Headmistress announces. "A sapphire. Apt for a telekinetic." The witches gathered burst into a cheer and clap loudly as the little girl grins, clutching the sapphire. "She'll get that in the necklace form before she starts class," Leita states. "Her aspect belongs to the paranormal category like Matron Aldar's does." “This all looks very Harry Potter-esque.” I muse. Ophelia hears this and shoots me a dirty look. “Do not speak the name of that book in my presence, I beg you.”