Harry Potter Welsh Green Novels & Stories

He’s not wrong, there is some kind of connection between us, but I don’t know what it is. “The Group was notified that you both are now mine,” The Wizard stated. “And how did they react,” The Hunter asked while I stated, “should we prepare for unwanted visitors.” “The Group will refrain from any actions for the time being,” The Wizard said. “You,” The Wizard pointed to The Hunter, “will continue to train with Taryn. You will learn everything that he teaches you. Do you understand,” he stated, not leaving any room for question. “Yes,” The Hunter said. “You,” The Wizard point to me, “will train with me,” he said. I didn’t answer, I just nodded my head. The Hunter looked like he was about to sa

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

"It felt like someone injected boiling acid into my veins. My muscles locked up instantly. I hit the mud and couldn't move my legs." Turning a brittle page, I traced my finger down a column of faded ink drawings. "Did you see the vial? The color of the liquid?" "It glowed. Like a toxic, neon green." "Neon green." Flipping past a section on lunar cycles, I moved to the poison indexes. "Standard wolfsbane is purple or dark blue. Neon green means it was synthesized. Weaponized."

Davis gritted his teeths angrily and Slipped, in a flash, he appeared before her and grapped her by the neck While he pinned her on the slope as he stared directly in her eyes, as if wanting to Compel her. Out of Nowhere, A green Ball of Light too fast for the eyes to See, Plunged towards Davis who growled in pains as the green Ball hit him and lifted him off his Feets. Next, Mason whose eyes glowed green Emerged from the darkness, Alpha Charles behind his back. Being a Supernatural from the long line of Wizards, His hands were covered in a green glowing orb that shown Brightly While Davis yelled in Pains as a black Smoke came out of his Mouth and vaporised into the air.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

The dark skin girl’s face darkened even more, but only for a moment, as Professor Smart placed a beautiful wand in her right hand. “You can keep it until you manage to make one as good. Just don't start crying because I saw thousands of girls crying and I’m fed up with it.” The girl started to smile, but not because the professor asked, but because she got a wonderful wand: reddish because of the cherry wood it was made of, with green aura surrounding both the wand and the girl's hand, from the jade stone which was on top. Lionel Squisshy got close to Elizabeth's wand again and as if he saw it for the first time, and exclaimed again, to Prince Dragoesti’s indignation:

Kael palmed his face, he felt bad but yet relieved that the tension won't be much between them, since she had heard his own side of the story. He recalled how she cried so hard that very day, it was because she felt guilty. “If Lily is the true princess Lucy then who is this one with us and why does she have the mark?” Viktor asked thoughtfully. “I.. I am not sure of this but it might be helpful, when we welcomed you all outside her eyes turned green for a fleeting moment and they were slits" Helene said slowly. “A witch?” They both chorused, Kael clenched his fist, his bones cracked loudly as his eyes lit up in anger while Viktor ruffled his red hair.

“My name is Bogmarth. I am the Green wizard, and I can sense that you were taught by my teacher and friend, Velsusi.” Yvayn was surprised. “How did you know?” “A wizard has his ways.” He laughed gruffly. “We will have to leave soon so we can get through the mountains before the weather turns on us.” “That’s fine.” Yvayn went to tell Ivar and Ernor of his plans to help Bogmarth return to his home. He met his friends at Ernor’s shop. “I understand, Yvayn, but I would like to accompany you and the old man very much.”

"Well??? I have told you already if you want to get teleported out of here, then you must hug me first. See??? Just now, I send him out of Rhapsody Swamp. What is so surprising about that????" Cactniss Evergreen asked the group of warlocks before her when she saw them looking at her as if she was some kind of circus performer. "Oh, so it is all true after all. "Of course it is true. Why do you even think I would ask a hug from you?? If not for it???! Don't flatter yourself you aren't my type. If not because of my job description I won't even talk to a brat like you." The cactus plant rolled her eyes when she managed to hear a few words out from the incoherent mutterings of the warlocks befo

Arthur’s mother took his hand, her fingers trembling as she whispered softly to him, “Hold on, my baby. Help is coming.” Hours passed, the night dragging on with an oppressive weight, until finally, the healer’s den door swung open. A group of three witches entered, led by a tall, silver-haired woman with piercing green eyes. She surveyed the room, her gaze lingering on Arthur’s weakened form with a calculating intensity. “You’re the ones who reached out?” she asked, her voice steady and calm. Mira stepped forward, explaining Arthur’s condition in quick, concise terms, detailing the strange poison and its devastating effects. The witches exchanged looks, their expressions grim as they listen