Harry Potter Unicorn Blood Novels & Stories

Asked Fenris, worry clouding his tone as my eye lids began to flutter closed, I had no energy to stay awake anymore. “It’s unicorn horn dust.” Blake whispered as he put the cork back on the vial and stuck it in one of the pockets of his khaki cargo pants. “I’m sorry, did you just say unicorn horn?” Fenris asked in shock. “Yes, it has amazing healing capabilities, and aides in my healing. Now, step back, don’t touch her, if you do my magic can transfer from her to you and though it won’t hurt you, it’ll weaken the effect it has on her.” Next thing I felt was a searing heat on my shoulder, like a branding iron pressed against the sensitive flesh. If I hadn’t been so weak, I would have scr

" He asks me. I let out a scoff and push myself of the couch and pick up the spilt blood packet off my carpet. "You are not going to do anything to try and stop this. I'll handle it," I mumble. I bring a small cup to the blood stain on the carpet and hold my hands right above it. I said a quick chant a the blood peeled itself off the carpet and into a ball in front of my hands. I bring the blood to the cup and closed my hands to break the spell. The blood fell into the cup and I picked it up and dumped it out in the sink and washed the cup.

At the same time, she was also surprised that Hanry was willing to help find Queen Odette. Harry took out a small box from his pocket. Inside it was a cotton ball with blood on it. Duchess Carolus frowned, not understanding the meaning of that thing. “This is the blood of the person who had kidnapped the queen. I think Kaven can teleport us using this blood. I know that Kaven can teleport to go to meet the person he wants to meet using that person’s belongings. I think this blood can be used as the medium,” Hanry explained . Duchess Carolus smiled at that. “You think Kaven is great too.”

"Alright... The remains of a dead otter... It was still so tiny. I took a guess that it was still a newborn when it died. I did not understand the idea behind all this. But after you mentioned about spells and charms, I think I start to get the idea..." . "Yeah... But what kind of dark magic do they use in this modern world? Even using a dead animal as their tool. Sick. Sick to the head. Sick to the mind." . "That's not all, Harry... There were also yellow, rotten teeth inside there. Precisely three pieces. It was so disgusting, I literally almost puked upon discovering it all." .

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.

He pleads with me with a pouty face, and I let out a small smile before handing him the cup back. "Thank you, baby." He says, and I roll my eyes. He drinks the tea in less than five seconds and throws the cup on the floor, making a burning sound. "Fuck! What is in that stuff? It is so horrible. Ew!" Harry exclaims as he rushes over to the side table in the room and chugs on the water in the jug shamelessly. "Prussian blue seeds and water," I say in an amused tone, and he sets his jug on the table harshly to throw a murder glare my way.

I think she noticed as she covered her forehead with her head. “I’m half unicorn. My dad is a werewolf, but my mom is a unicorn.” She explained. “That’s amazing. Unicorns are so rare. I'm humbled to be here with you.” I had never seen a unicorn before, even a half unicorn. “I’m not supposed to tell anyone outside of the back, so shh." She held her finger over her lips. “Your secret is safe with me,” I promised. “Actually, Percy told me what happened to you. I am sorry, he shouldn’t have told me so much, but you know how he is. He is hoping I can help you with my magic.”

There are two hideous scars where his scent glands used to be, and without them, he seems to be a wolf no longer. “Pour me a drink at least,” Harry wheezes, sounding like a chain smoker on his last lung. Ariadne begins to make him the same drink that she’s having, but Harry shakes his head. “Water. Ice.” Edward takes the initiative, pulling a glass from the shelf, and water from the tap, slamming two jagged ice cubes in it. “My patience is thin,” the silver Omega spits. Harry accepts it thankfully, taking a small sip, which leaves the water tinged pink with blood. He still hasn’t fully healed, wounds on wounds that compound him to the brink of death.

Their painstakingly built status in the Council crumbled in an instant. I stared coldly at the two stray dogs crawling in the dirt, then turned and left without looking back. A few days later. I stood in my castle's potions lab, expertly brewing a cauldron of boiling dragon's blood. The crimson liquid bubbled, radiating thick magical energy. A black night-raven flew through the window and landed on my workstation. In its beak was a black-and-gold invitation.

While Jin rummaged through the goods, Eden walked back and forth across the room, scouring the room for anything new and glancing at the skin in anticipation of the breathing heaving skin. "Are you sure it is already dead?" The black hair retreated towards the mint-haired boy. Jin gave the boy piercing eyes as if to say are-you-crazy: "Had you seen anything that has been removed with only a skin like this alive?" Eden mumbled under his breath: “Who knows? It is a magical creature!" The owner of Swag Items didn't reply. He understood this younger brother's fear of the whole world: "Your stuff." And threw on the table a gray box containing (almost) the entire fortune of the apprentice wizard b