Harry Potter Unicorn Blood Novels & Stories

But like a switch was turned off, and to my horror, he collapsed to the floor. Luna Amelia came into the room at the sound of the body hitting the floor. She hurried over to him and turned him on his back. She looked at me, "Go to the kitchen and through the side door. You will find yourself in a small room, get me a jar of Birthwort." I hurried past them and into the kitchen. I saw the small door and walked through it. It led into a tiny, dark room that was illuminated by only a small window near the ceiling. A large shelf took one side of the wall. The shelf contained different herbs locked in jars and labeled.

Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore. Morgan raised his hand to wipe away her tears; he just couldn't keep seeing her crying so hysterically and heartbroken. But when she saw his action, she flinched and backed away from him with her eyes filled with fear. His pupils shrank violently as he stared at her. ‘She was afraid of him. Did she think he would hurt her?’ He thought.

She had figured me out. She wasn't as stupid as I had hoped, and I had to give her credit. It was just too bad for her that she thought I was stupid too and only had that small sample of her blood in the bowl she stole from me. Cyrus already knew I had his blood. It dropped to the bowl with a small splash. When the light hit it, I immediately held the entire vial up to my face, wanting a closer look. The unique pattern of black lines in the liquid differed from any other magical creature that had ever bled for me.

My blood thrummed in my ears as all of me screamed to go back, but I couldn't ignore that helpless cry. I went deeper until it became hard for the moon to pierce through, and in the distance before me stood a unicorn. One of the most sought creatures, rare is the Elixir, which grants wishes. Perhaps, did the unicorn grant wishes too? It cried out again, and I realized its horn was somehow caught in vines and thorns. I took slow steps, “Completely fine. I mean no harm.” I said slowly, “Just to flee you.” The unicorn didn't budge, didn't show signs of fear as I got closer, nor did it show any signs of fear when I tugged its horn free.

When he returned, he held out a small glass bottle filled with a transparent liquid. “You can use this instead,” he said, his fingers trembling as he handed it over. I took the bottle and examined it. It looked completely ordinary, like nothing more than water. “What is this?” I asked, shaking the bottle slightly. “A poison,” Bennet said, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s called the Blood of Death. One of the deadliest magical substances in existence. The victim doesn’t even need to swallow it—just a single drop touching an open wound is enough to kill. It’s colorless, tasteless, and impossible to detect. If you want Jack dead, administer it yourself.”

The sorcerer’s voice is raspy, hollow, as if spoken from a grave. Marco nods without hesitation. He gently raises the infant, holding him as though presenting him to the gods. “The blood of a Lycan prince. As pure as it gets.” The sorcerer extends his hand. Long, skeletal fingers brush against the child’s forehead. The little boy sobs louder now, his tiny body wriggling in distress. Stephen feels bile rise in his throat. “Perfect,” the sorcerer whispers, almost reverent. “The blood that will rewrite destiny.”

The moment I was free, I charged at him again. I focused on the blood still on my hands from the birth. My magic responded. The blood twisted and hardened in the air, forming a long, sharp knife glowing with blue light. I gripped it tightly and lunged. The wizard tried to block me with a shield, but I was faster. I drove the blood knife deep into his chest. His eyes widened in shock. He gasped, clutching the knife. Black veins spread across his skin as he deteriorated — his body cracking and turning to ash right in front of me. A horrible scream tore from his throat before he collapsed completely into dust.

I swallowed frantically, choking slightly on the sheer volume of his seed, but forcing it down my throat just as he demanded, tasting every single drop of his power over me. More of it spilled over my lips, leaking out the corners of my mouth and tracking down my chin, painting me in his mark just like he promised. Draco stood completely still for a long, agonizing moment, his chest heaving, his fingers slowly loosening their death grip on my hair. He let out a long, shuddering breath, looking down at me as I knelt there on the hard floor, breathless, tear-streaked, and thoroughly ruined.

King Draco and his close ally, King Adriel, waits at the front end of the room where all items and symbols for the spell, including an altar where the crown of Elowen sets on top, are set ready for the incarnations. "Look, the Princess must have drained every drop of that wretched human's blood," King Elon says with a joyous laugh. "I told you women crave me like bees crave honey. Without me -" "Let's cast this spell before the blood dries or worse rots," King Draco hastily takes the bottle of blood from King Elon and moves back to the altar. Inside the pot engraved with magical incarnations are potions and other substances of witchery awaiting the heir's blood to make the spell complete. Dr

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.