Hermione Chamber Of Secrets Novels & Stories

She closed her eyes. Chapter 29✔️

We stopped at a door near the maid's quarters. What are we doing here? He took something out of his pocket—a key? I suddenly felt nervous! Oh no, don't tell me... Oh geez, Eunice, stop overthinking! But why here? Why is there a room here? Even if we're getting married, I don't want to do that thing! When he opened the door, he pulled me inside and let go of my hand. I closed my eyes tightly in fear. Geez, what are we going to do here?

None will depart their exquisite home to here and Julie also will currently be on duty so it's definitely princess Hermonie. The swung door heavily slam the innocent cracky wall. Such power princess Hermonie got there. It's pretty great she need reduce her impact. The walls are too way old and cracky. More if such impactful powerful slam may forever crack and bury this entire room to the ground. Our hide out will be gone and exposed and we'll be open and tasty prey to her very alpha brother alpha Ron. "How filthy hermione's most lov"ed location within the pack out turns".

"Of course. You must be careful. They must be looking for the Grail of Immortality and Youth that disappeared a long time ago and I don't think they've ever performed a ritual with it. While they only have the chalice of flames." The chalice of Immortality, that's what was kept in the secret room. Chaz was right, those mystical grails were indeed the most sacred objects for the black magic world. Elgar and Kathleen began to prepare everything before heading to the witches' hideout. Kathleen is very good at making potions, and I didn't expect her to find such a deadly poison. I guess they really wanted to use their abilities to do good. "Do you trust them now?" I asked Alden as the two of the

I had escaped death before, I couldn’t let anybody’s foolishness cause death for me again. I finally got to the Witches chamber. Before I could knock, the door automatically opened and I stepped in, not even started by the strange door. The same hag as so many years ago was still seated on the floor in a cloak covering her entire. There was a large pot on fire in front of her that she stirred with a large stick and that was the only thing that lit the room well enough. The other part of the room was so dark and wooden with glowing books and potions on the shelves as well as so many large pots and dirty broomsticks.

“Draco built this. A hidden chamber, cloaked by spellwork. And he put you under his thrall to keep me away from it.” Her mouth trembled. “What could he be hiding here?” I didn’t know. But my gut twisted with the certainty that whatever it was, it wasn’t good. We moved cautiously, our footsteps echoing unnaturally loud against the stone. Dust swirled in the air, yet the space felt… alive. Watching. My eyes caught something on a pedestal near the center of the chamber. A book, its cover cracked and weathered, pages yellowed with age. Symbols etched across its surface pulsed faintly, like veins of light.

The very place that worshipped the goddess and condemned those with magic was the very place where my magic was the strongest. In the high priest's office was a bookshelf. The sixth book in on the sixth shelf from the floor triggered the wall to turn. Behind it was a stone staircase going down in a slow spiral. Thank goodness I was a Lycan, otherwise, it would be hard to make it down the steps in the purest form of darkness. Once inside, it was like the room knew that you were magical, and light illuminated like the sun, though you were hundreds of feet beneath the ground. Plants grew wildly green, and despite the darkness, thrived down there. There was a large shrine with a black wolf howli

The letter, a small white square, felt like a shard of ice in the warm, salty air. I read the words once, then again, watching the ink blur. "Last chance, Shadow. Meet me at Jurgina Bar. Second floor, Room 8. Midnight and come ALONE." My fingers clenched, crumpling the note until the paper groaned. A tremor ran from my hand up my arm, a cold current against the island's tropical heat. How had he found us? Eavon had promised this place was impenetrable, a fortress built of secrecy and trust. Yet, a ghost from our past had simply slipped a message under the door.

There’s a proverb, “Curiosity kills the cat.” Despite Alex's refusal, she headed to that side. She couldn't stop her feet from striding towards the hall. There wasn't much light apart from a faint yellow light coming from an ornate lamp. Though it did look eerie. After taking some more steps she halted in her steps, as something caught her peripheral vision. There’s a door at the head of the hallway. While all the other doors were new, this one remained an old crafted dark wood door and it was locked. Whose room is it? And why is it locked unlike every other room around here? Alex mentioned that storerooms were located in the basement, thus this space cannot be a storehouse either.. She touc

I narrowed my eyes at him, watching as he stood up and let out a groan, "can you take me to that girl? I nodded, standing up as well. I then began walking in the direction of the basement with him following me quietly and closely behind. After a few more steps, I opened the mental door, revealing the girl who was sitting on a chair with her eyes closed, her head thrown back and soft snores coming out from her. Maybe I left her out there for too long? "Athena?" The name flew out of Alessio's mouth which made me furrow my brows in confusion. He walked towards her, taking rather large steps, "fucking hell," he breathed out once he was standing right in front of her, "is she dead?"