Harry Potter The Black Lake 소설 & 이야기

Tsking her tongue, Harmony walked away and was back minutes later, sliding a glass of coke toward me before leaning both elbows onto the counter. “Start talking,” she demanded. I took a long drink first, mostly to buy myself a second to think, because trying to explain Takoda Blackwell out loud suddenly sounded insane. “He’s in my Ancient Spells class,” I started carefully. Harmony immediately wiggled her brows. “Of course he is. Mysterious hot guy in creepy mythology class. Very on brand for you.”

ELARA’S P.O.V. Death looked from me to the pond, letting out a low growl of excitement before he suddenly turned back to smoke, melting down to cover the ground. I jumped a step back, not wanting the darkness to touch me, but quickly realized that he had no interest in me as he lined the water's edge. The black pond was so still I could see it reflecting the sky above us. It was unsettling how peaceful it appeared, even though I knew it was made with dark magic.

Vasilisa was packing her grimoire, wrapping it up with a large piece of gold cloth she had found. "Why Latin?" said Vasilisa. "Because it's a dead language and everybody likes to use it to summon a spell, like Harry Potter," Ruslan said. "Who's Harry Potter?" the sorceress asked. "He's a wizard," Ruslan chuckled. "Why haven't I heard of him before?" "Because he's probably in another crazier universe than this, that's why," Cassandra interrupted. "If you want old, there's plenty of languages older than Latin," Vasilisa said to Ruslan.

She turned invisible and retreated to levitate above the lake. “I can f*cking see where you are. Your invisibility is of no use to me,” the witch queen laughed evilly as the pages of her spell book flipped fast. After reading out some words, her sceptre glowed brighter, and the result was the large black serpent that suddenly rose out of the lake, hissing. Lavana was astonished.

Can't a girl catch a break. I heard their bones start to crack as they shift back into their original form naked. There didn't look ashamed of standing naked instead both if them looked surprised of me not standing naked with them. In their dreams. They looked at me with pure hate,I couldn't recognize them but I had a feeling they weren't part of the midnight pack and they weren't rogues either. "So she is the famous Alpha Black, the one we were sent to kill."The skinny wolf said ,he has scars all over his body and his dick was short. You won't blame me it was so funny.

She runs upstairs and runs back down, now wearing a backpack. ‘I’ll be back in time for the ceremony.’ She yells. ‘Okay, sweetheart.’ Leon says. I decide to sneak out and follow her. She ends up by the lake and pulls the spell book out. ‘Aqua Bedew.’ She says, twirling her wand. I watch as all the water comes together like a tornado. Then, all the water from the lake is gone and swirls up in the air. ‘Cool.’ I say, standing behind her. She flinches in fright, and the lake's water drops like a giant blob. The impact causes water to splash onto us. She glares at me, drenched in water.

A roar shook the entire valley. The floor cracked. The candles blew out. The air went cold. Kara backed away from the window. “Look outside.” We turned. The sacred lake was boiling. Black light pulsed beneath the water like something enormous was waking up. My heartbeat stuttered. “Elara,” I whispered, “what is that?” Her face had gone pale. “A shadow older than Kyle. Older than the Court. Something that was never meant to wake again.” Damon reached for me, jaw clenched. “Ivy, stay behind me.”

"Are you saying that the elite has arrived at the middle dimensions, and is currently in Buck Town?" Conrad nodded. Just then, Grote Hilton of the Hilton family asked, "So, there's been a leak in the Black Tortoise Lake's energy aura, I assume." "Yes, there has." Dorrah Chris of the Chris family piped up then. "The Black Tortoise Lake is huge, Conrad. It's only normal for energy aura to leak out every now and then, you don't have to be so worried."

At the same night, Hadassah had started a big fire at the middle of the Battle of Blood, while she was in the possession of little Celandine's body. The large vessel on the fire was filled with the sacred water for witches from Black Lake. It was an inaccessible lake inside a forest, only who had witch blood in their veins, could approach there. Beside the pyre, there were some ingredients which she would need to return back to her true self. "Bonesbane," she muttered and picked up the tiniest bowl contained with a few bone shaped dark green leaves. She stared at the boiling black water for a while, then dropped the leaves into it and chanted, "Confundo."

My body buzzed from the alcohol and the orgasm. The music thumped and I let it pull me. My arms floated at the surface. My hips swayed. My wet shirt clung to my skin, see-through now, lace visible, nipples hard beneath the soaked fabric. I didn’t care. I felt hot. Wanted. And then I looked up. And froze. There, above the pool, leaning against the iron balcony railing with a drink in his hand, was him. Chance. Professor Black. His black shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show a glimpse of ink trailing down his chest. The sleeves were rolled, forearms tensed, veins tight.