Harry Potter Slytherin Traits Novels & Stories

Accepts: Dragon blooded, wild mages, chaosborn, summoners Traits: Passion, rebellion, raw power, explosive magic Vibe: Elemental freaks and freedom-loving revolutionaries Known for: Warlocks, elementalists, weaponized royalty, fire slinging chaos gods These were the ones who never shut up in class, punched their professors, and probably moaned during combat training. “Sexy. Dangerous. Dumb as hell. I want one.” House VENMIRE Crest: A double headed serpent devouring itself, coiled around a dagger Quote: “Control is the purest form of power.” Accepts: Cursesmiths, potionmasters, sirens, mind witches, hybrids Traits: Intelligence, manipulation, precision, emotional mastery Vibe: Poison girls wi

“Go home.” “No,” I shake my head, my power rising to my fingertips. “Let me help you.” “I can’t watch you die, Apple,” Sly shouts, startling me. “Damn it, woman, I’m trying to protect you and your pride is getting in the way.” “My pride?” I scoff. “You don’t understand,” Sly sounds desperate, almost begging. He never begs. It's not in his nature. Not just because he's an alpha but because he is Sylvester. I've never seen him want a thing so badly he'd beg for it.

“Then what’s the problem with leaving the class if he doesn’t want to stop teaching? I’ve always told you that a sophisticated, private high school is the right choice for you. But no, you’d rather settle for that shitty shack, all because you want to prove a point. A point that isn’t worth all this stress.” Lia wants to argue but thinks better of it. Until she can match her aunt’s acerbic tongue, she’s better off quiet. If there is one thing witches are famous for apart from their unparalleled control of magic, it’s their haughtiness. Sandara says it’s an acquired trait, but Lia finds that hard to believe. She has never seen any witch who isn’t naturally arrogant- it practically runs in the

“This place sure is filthy. I nearly forgot about this because of some nuisance, but you can fix this, right, Harry?” His threatening tone they are the use of hearing from him. His smile and expression show his pride, which is his embracing nature. “Of course.” Harry confidently said, snapping his finger and in a second changing everything into the pristine and luxurious property that is their little haven of darkness. “Now that we have our place, our identity is set, shall we all work according to His will?” Harry reminded them with a tone that is threatening and not just a simple reminder. With their expression that shows their sins. One by one they change their appearance. One by one they

It seemed like they were novice Hunters. Slytheria noticed a scfet door. She broke the wall down, revealing steps that led downstairs. "Another prison? ", she joked. Eida scoffed at her, going down the steps. They were still working on how to work together. "What's being with a human like'", she asked Slytheria. "How am I supposed to know that? " "Because your kind like to breed with humans" "Tribe, not kind. Not like they'd be interested in you anyway".

The same one sitting on the side of my ribs. Always. We got the tattoo because of Severus Snape. Well, not him but his quote. I used to read the Potter books to the boys. I stole the first one from a bookstore randomly one day and fell in love with the story. For a couple of hours, I could escape from my sorry ass life and into Harry's. I couldn't stop talking about it and after some convincing got the boys to read the first book. The boys gave me the rest of the series for my next birthday. And I read the rest of the books to them.Jem loved the Weasley twins. Hunter thought Snape should be fired and Ryder thought Dumbledore was the real villain. Shade had a crush on Ginny and came to pity t

and we are being honest about that part. Sir Thorin Meelany is a gentleman to the core, and even though he's a warrior, he's still handsome. Being as tall as my dad, with a body sculpted and full of muscles, tan skin, wavy short dark-brown hair, lilac eyes, and a deep voice that complements his persona like a cherry on top of a cake. And he's smart and skilled. Back in the north, there are a lot of girls and boys who have a crush on him, but he's the stern and oblivious type. He doesn't seem to care about that. But knowing him as we do, we know that he's affectionate under the surface.

Terry, seeing the dilemma, put a hand on Harry's shoulder and said softly, "What are you doing? Let her go first. She's just kind enough to want to help you!" "Kindness?" Harry sneered, "I'm afraid it's not! From the way they're dressed, you already know these two aren't any good!" Hearing that, Ilumina used all her strength to pull her arm away from Harry's control, "You're too rude! Do you believe I'm going to scream that you want to abuse me? Tough!" "Rude? The two of you are scoundrels! Don't think I don't know, you two always specialize in deceiving gullible and gullible students!" Harry gritted his teeth.

He gestured toward the summoned spirits, his eyes cold as ice, filled with a deep scorn. Peter chimed in, his voice light but carrying an almost teasing edge. "Are they really that impressive?" He smiled faintly, as though these evil spirits were nothing more than trivial, insignificant beings not worth mentioning. Harry’s voice lowered, his gaze still fixed coldly on the undead. "Those spirits are my kin. In life, they were traitors who betrayed my people. Do you really think such fallen souls would possess any loyalty?" His words were laced with disdain, as though these spirits weren't even worthy of being considered true enemies.

I like that she wanted to make one of the dragons feel good about himself. ‘Yes,” she says, then sighs. ‘He’s not though.’ ‘What? Why would you say that?’ I ask. ‘He’s a silver who doesn’t believe in himself. That’s the trait of a bronze or a green, not a silver.’ ‘How do you know so much about dragons when you were just born today?’ I ask. She looks at me. ‘I guess you could say it’s in our blood. We pass knowledge from generation to generation. I know everything that Ylys knows up to the point where my egg was laid. Anything she learned after that, I’ll have to learn.’