Harry Potter Web Novel Novels & Stories

A blacksmith swore loyalty to the crown— And the metal in his forge softened like wax without heat. None of it catastrophic. None of it violent. But undeniable. The laws of magic were bending. Not because Lily commanded it. Because her existence was recalibrating the field. Luke stood in the war chamber staring at reports spread across the table. “Spontaneous manifestation,” one general muttered. “Localized distortions,” said another. “Divine contamination,” whispered a priest. Lily stood at the center of the room, silent.

Countless books lined the shelves. Leaning forward, I picked up an old, rusty spellbook. After brushing off the dust and cobwebs, I opened it to find potions, magics, and spells of all kinds. “But how do I know which is the right one?” I wondered aloud. A brief silence followed. Then, a noise came from the back. My heart skipped. Moving closer to investigate, I spotted a small, aged book on the floor. Picking it up, I skimmed the first few pages. The book focused mainly on werewolves. Opening it further, my eyes widened—there, written boldly on the middle page, were potions, spells, and a cure for werewolf illness.

Yesterday had gone well, but there’d been a moment where it was touch and go and my blood runs cold every time I think about what could have happened if I lost control and the mages got their powers back. “What’s wrong?” Soren finally asks with a small frown. I’ve been pacing like a caged tiger and he’s been very patiently trying to ignore me while attempting to read. Hilda found the book in the huge library Arlo’s pack has tucked away in an underground fortress and tasked him with checking whether it contains anything useful. Apparently we’re not the first werewolves to have a run-in with mages. The book is titled: Illusions and How to Dispel them. So far it hasn’t offered up anything of pr

With the aid of my thumb and my index fingers, I picked out the book, ‘Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. I walked to the windows and parted both curtains sideways, giving up space for sunlight and fresh air. I plopped onto my bed, my back against the ceiling and I placed my elbows on a pillow and the book in front of my face, just in place for a nice time with myself and the author. As I read through lines, my eyes brightened with delight and my mind wandered far away into the world of fantasy. I After I was done with the first page, I flipped to the second when I heard a tingling sound in the kitchen. It sounded like heavy kitchen equipment like a stainless steel bowl had hit the gro

The ground split as something rose from the rock, a figure larger than any shadow before, its body a fusion of bone and rusted metal, eyes burning with the same crimson light that had pulsed in the ruins. Vame’s voice was grim. “A Hollowed One.” The creature lunged. Elior and Bram moved first, their weapons meeting the monster’s shifting body. But steel did nothing. The Hollowed One’s form bent and reformed, its burning gaze fixed on Rael. He felt it inside his mind. The Hollow Crown knows you. Rael stumbled back. The book in his hands burned, the words shifting wildly. He barely understood what he was reading, but when he spoke them aloud, the creature screamed.

Until he has me completely. I pressed my fingers into the sheets, staring into the dark. Jason and Kael thought they were protecting me by keeping things quiet, by planning a trap of our own. But Harry wasn’t someone you could outsmart easily. He was ancient. Cursed. Immortal. He had been weaving traps since before I was even born. And now, I felt him weaving one for me. The library always felt like my refuge, but that morning ,it looked different—heavier and darker. I walked between the shelves, my fingertips moving over the spines of old books. The air smelled of dust and ink, but under it was something else. A hum a force.

Then back at her. Absolutely not. Harry was my younger cousin. Twenty-three. Rich, reckless, and had the attention span of a goldfish. He’d been kicked out of two colleges for fighting, and last I heard he was “investing” in crypto by day and racing motorcycles by night. He flirted with anything that breathed and left a trail of crying girls behind him. And Shula, my Shula, who blushed at the word ‘virgin’, was practically vibrating at the sound of his name.

Chapter 1 22:33 Oct 24, 2022 (UTC+0 17:03 Oct 24, 2022) 1087 words Drafts(2) Trash(0)  Your modification request for this episode is under review by your agent. Chapter 17 Scarlett The next day was as usual and surprisingly no one visited me. I found a few books that were placed on the table. It was the Harry Potter series. Taking the book, I went to bed and hopped up. Leaning back, I started reading. The book captivated me wholly and I didnt know how many hours passed until a soft knock came on the door.

They could wander off in fantasy land to no end of the magnificence and wealth that anticipated. Lorist anyway was overjoyed and walked forward with excitement. Having perused 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' in his previous existence, he had generally been interested with enchantment and needed to turn into a mage himself. Really awful he showed up on the Grindia Continent excessively late. Had he moved over to two or three thousand years sooner into the period of enchantment, his fantasies in turning into an extraordinary magus may very well worked out as expected.

I have also noticed that I changed the way I write so, hopefully, I will still be able to write this novel the way I wanted it to be written since for these past days the novel itself was the one writing and it feels like it was just leading me, anyway, I will need your support, the votes, and even your comments! Since it is almost finished, I would be uploading special chapters. I am also working on a new novel right now, you guys are familiar with warlocks, right? They are basically necromancers, they also practice witchcraft. I will be publishing the book once I finished this one so stay tuned! Yours, fataldestiny