Harry Potter White Novels & Stories

His movements were too slow. Al reached into his backpack to retrieve tools that could help him unpack the magic padlock. His hand accidentally touched the healing water that Draco had shared. Suddenly Al remembered that apart from healing, the white dragon had the power to purify something that had elements of the power of darkness. Could this healing water be able to purify the padlock in front of him? Al grabbed the bottle, opened the lid, then poured the healing water over the surface of the padlock.

I smiled. -Come," Kayler takes my hand and pulls me closer to Peter, "do you have all your stuff? -He scans me, and when he sees I'm holding everything, he turns to Peter, "We're ready. -Perfect," the boy made a movement with his wand, a movement in which there were white spatters, then, there was a moment when everything turned white, so white that it made my eyes go blind. I squeezed Kayler's hand and closed them.

Mira clawed at her throat, her eyes wide, terrified, her fingers scraping at nothing as the invisible force tightened around her neck. Rowan lifted his other hand to finish it, and that’s when it happened. A flash of white. No, it wasn't white. It was blinding, holy even and almost impossible. It erupted right in front of Rowan, exploding outward like a star being born. Every warrior, every puppet, every creature on the field cried out and shielded their eyes. I fell onto my hands as the world turned winter white. “What…?!” Rowan snarled, stumbling back. The light reached my skin, warm, and familiar, and I just knew who it was.

He looked rather infuriated with his sharp eyes so she quickly looked away. Chamberlain Hazi followed her gaze and clapped his hands. "Oh, here you are, the great wizard of Sarang!" He leapt to him and his eyes fell straight onto the glowing relic, shaped like a white wolf head, that was in his hands. "Is this it? Are you sure it will bring out the white wolf?" He excitedly reached for it, but the man was fast and drew his sword at once. "It will, but I would rather you keep your dirty paws off it."

Done hiding. The White Wolf has risen.

It shimmered in the moonlight, a celestial blend of silver and blue, like crushed stars. "What is that?" "Ground wolf bone. Moonflower petals. And a drop of my own blood." He extended his hand towards me. "Breathe it in. But be cautious. The vision it imparts will reveal your true self. And truth is not always easily perceived." Hesitantly, I leaned forward and inhaled. The world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of color.

She decided to prolong his life for just a day or two more. "Your Majesty, look!" her maid pointed toward a royal procession. Prince Philip was riding a magnificent horse alongside the Titans, heading straight for the cabin. "What should we do, Your Majesty?" "We act as if we know nothing, heh heh." Snow White lay breathless on the soft bed, her eyes closed as if she had simply drifted off to sleep. The one who wept the most was Hilarion. "There are no signs of physical trauma," Storm reported. He had searched every medical text and used every herb in his possession, hoping to bring her back, but it was hopeless. Vanguard stepped into the cabin in his ornate warrior armor, his face etched wi

Can't wait to see you behind bars! I bolted for home. After texting a number that felt both familiar and strange, I stood in front of my mom's portrait, apologizing over and over. I lit a candle for her, then pushed the door open. There was Christina Harris, my sworn enemy, all decked out in a vintage wedding dress, smiling like it was Christmas. She grabbed my hand. "Come on, we've got a wedding to get to!"

“You know we should do more than just drink, have something good to eat for the night. For a while I thought the whole pack was going to be in huge trouble but as usual, Blue Villa triumphed.” “I agree, what do they have here?” The waiter arrived again to take their order when the howl rang out and the pack went still. He and Harry looked at each other and were on their feet in an instant. “Avan” Harry whispered as they headed out. “Well, who has he killed this time?”

But if a seven-year-old wanted to read the entire Harry Potter series in a week, Kiara was not going to discourage it. Kiara’s blue eyes flicked over to where her niece leaned against the trunk of the sugar maple tree with green leaves and small greenish yellow flowers above her. She sat on grass that was already lush and green thanks to the pack Omega’s and city maintenance crews. Unlike her sister’s unruly curls, Marie had straight dark auburn hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her bright warm honey eyes devoured the words on the page in front of her. In her young mind, Marie wore Hogwarts robes that were in the Ravenclaw colors. In reality, she wore knee length khaki shorts and a pu