Harry Potter Susan Bones Novels & Stories

“We’re not safe here.” Jenna’s breath stilled. Because behind the stranger— Behind David Branson— The Bone King was rising. Silhouetted by lightning. Mask cracked. Eyes burning with murderous rage. Holding a new weapon. A spear tipped with human bone. And he hurled it— straight toward Jenna.

SUSAN Susan's phone wouldn't stop buzzing after Bode posted her pictures from Linda's birthday at the club the other night. In fact, that is her most-liked post on the gram and she still can't get over the fact that people would rather admire half-naked girls than fully clothed ones. She is bewildered as she reads comments upon comments from people who she assumed to be ghost followers and even some of her friends who only remember she exists whenever she posts a cute picture. She scoffs and laughs as she reads Bode's caption to her picture again "this guy is a fool!" Her phone buzzed again, this time it was Henry liking all her club pictures and adding possessive comments on each "Mine" "My

At once, a pair of cold, steely eyes turned to look at him. Harry instantly felt all the hackles rising on his skin. He got such a fright that he nearly fell to the floor in paralysis. He had seen the only occupant inside the hut, and she was an old lady. She was all skin and bones, and her eyes were so deeply sunken into her skull that she looked almost like an actual skeleton. "Who are you?" she asked darkly after glancing at him. Harry's goosebumps had appeared all over his body. He gulped hard and put on a brave front.

I add the herbs, get out my phone and open a stopwatch, hitting the start button as soon as I drop the bones into the water. Then it’s back to the herbs for another potion. I have everything poured out and ready to be mixed and ground in the mortar and pestle by the time the bones are done boiling. Using a pair of kitchen tongs, I take the bones out, quickly dry them, and almost burn my fingers trying to snap them in half. They’re not at all brittle, and yet somehow, I’m supposed to grind them to a powder—without using magic. “I’m starting to think this entire spell is a set up for failure,” I tell my familiars. “Just something a bored witch came up with thinking that someday she’d get willi

********** Sisters of the Virani, and all my deceased kin, Hear me now today, as I call you from within. Susan was mixing up a concussion with the souls she’d just collected from the graveyard. She was making a spell on a boiling pot of green flames; this spell was quite different from the ageing spell she had in mind to prepare before. She rarely changes spells, but there could only be one reason that made her change her plans so swiftly; one reason that could have been so important, and that reason is none other than Rabbi Sinclair.

With his voice lowered, he said, "If you have something to say, say it directly. Beating around the bush isn't your style." Daniel replied, "What I mean is, Kristen is already dead. So, whose bone marrow are you planning to use to save your sweetheart this time?"

But knowing them and getting them were two different things. "Where on earth can we get those?" Cassandra said. "Some of them are familiar, but the rest? Forget it." "How many do you think we can get hold of?" Vasilisa asked. "Three or four?" Ruslan said. "If we buy them online?" "Online?" the sorceress raised her brows again. "Much less the human bone." Cassandra shuddered. She wouldn't be caught dead digging around a graveyard for any bone, no pun intended.

As I got nearer to the lake the strong smell of blood hit my nostrils mixed with some other things. I took a deep breath reaching the spot and I knew one of the smells was a potion which means they used a witch. I felt like someone squeezed my heart looking at the bodies that were wrapped in white clothes. But what pains me the most was looking at the small ones. A lump formed Iny throat looking at a mother who just sat down beside a small body. She looked like she had lost the whole world but she wasn't crying. She picked up the body in her arms and moved it closer to her chest before placing a lingering kiss on his forehead. I was taken aback when she looked up. Because she was Susan and s

he sighs and holds his hands up in surrender and walks up the front steps with me to the large entrance door. “I’m here to see detective Harris” I coldly tell the lady that’s sitting at the information desk. “Is he expecting you” comes the lady’s question in a bored tone. “No” I answer back with just as much boredom in my tone as hers. “Name” the lady askes me annoyance laced with her words as if it wasn’t her job to talk to people. The lady rolled her eyes placing her phone on the desk acting as if her hands would fall off if they didn’t have a grip on her phone know doubt watching some stupid Youtube tutorial on how to apply makeup since she seems to not know how.

"Say it again. What bone did you say this is?" "It's human bone! I am positive it is human bone!" Felix shouted, struggling against the guards. He warned, "Mr. Lane, it is illegal to own human bones. Most people can't tell the difference, so I know you've definitely been deceived. The one who did this is malicious and despicable!" The banquet hall was filled with murmurs again as Evan stared down at the bracelet. His hand was trembling as he asked Cecilia in a barely audible voice, "Whose bone is this?"