Hermione Granger Mudblood Scar Mga Nobela at Kwento

"And this!" "Your hair, Scarlett. How on earth is it turning silver every day? Don't you dare say it's a DIY because it is not. I'm not a fool! This morning, half of it was silver, and now, just look! The entire right side is silver!" "Huh!?" Scarlett gasped, immediately jumping off the bed to stand before the mirror. As she examined herself, a loud gasp escaped her lips. Trembling, she touched her hair. Nicole was right. The whole right side was shining silver, while the left side remained orange. Even her eyes transformed as the silver spread and the dull orange ring brightened, creating a stunning blend with the silver part.

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.

A sinister grin spread across his face, his teeth stained red with blood. "You too shall join me, Lord Viggo," Gandalf's voice echoed from within Harry's body. But in a sudden twist, a stabbing pain shot through him. Viggo's eyes widened in shock as he looked down to see Scarlett, her eyes glazed over with the influence of the lycan, having plunged a weapon into him. His grip on the knife faltered, and the world around him seemed to blur as he staggered back. Scarlett snapped out of her lycan induced trance, horror evident in her expression as she realized what she had done. Her eyes widened as she looked at the blood-soaked knife in her hand and then to the collapsing figure of Viggo before

As it was his birthday party, Minerva, the popular cheerleader for the football team, danced away with her friends in the center of the dance floor with some of the other football players as well. She never even glanced my way even though their crowd was the same as mine. There is no doubt in my mind that it is all the scars I have. I have one along the hairline on the side of my face, and it is hardly noticeable due to my long hair. It remains a source of self-consciousness for me. There are scars on my body from being whipped with a silver wire dipped in wolfsbane.

Lucas’s eyes followed her hand. “Does it still hurt you?” Arabella kept her hand on the one inch wide, five inch long scar. It did not twist or pucker up like most scars did. She could only imagine it was because of the magic that was used. Still, it was an ugly mark that would never go away, a harsh reminder of her foolishness. “No, baby. Sometimes it twinges, but that is about all.” Lucas smiled at his mom and kissed her cheek. “You are the most beautifulest mom ever, the scar just makes you dangerous looking>” Now Lucas broke out in a boyish grin, giggles erupting from his throat.

’ Irving rolled his eyes at me. Everything about her is perfect. Even the scar she tried to cover. Few werewolves have scars. We heal too quickly unless the injury was from silver or laced with wolfsbane. Otherwise, scars from before our first shift will remain with us forever. And to werewolves, scars showed strength. They show that you survived. And my mate is strong and has survived so much.

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

I'm disgusting to behold. "Ah, John!" Scarlett greets me and hangs a coat over my shoulders. Her smile is wide. "How did the spying on the enemy go?" I eye her in silence. Scarlett is tall and bald from the experiments she has tried on herself. She has tried to become a mermaid for years, but she has failed every time. Her blood can turn people into monsters if you survive the damage and the fever. She made me grow a new leg, scarred and ugly, but I'm alive and way more vital than before.

I was pissed at her silence and turned to face her “Are you deaf?” I asked. “No, I am just saving my breath as you can see, we are in a desert with no water so if I were you, I wouldn't talk much!!” She replied her grey eyes sparkling. I hissed and continued walking. Witches of the white Coven all have the same features, silver hair and grey eyes. I hate to admit it, but it looks more better on Lucy than me. My face is scarred from the middle of my forehead down to my chin and the left view side of my face is wrinkled as if I was poured hot water when I was born, in order words, Lucy took all the beauty.

Stace asked referring to the cut on my lips The answer to those questions bursted through the doors to the cafeteria and marched towards our table. It was Harry, his face was wrapped with bandages, so was his hands with a few bruises on his legs. Hmmm Jack did a great job reconstructing his face. "You" he yelled pointing at me attracting the attention of the other students in the cafeteria "You think you've won right? You think because this punk that follows you around beat me up that I'm gonna run scared huh? Here's a news flash for you I'm not yet done with you yet, I'm gonna make you regret what you did to me, you'll pay for ruining my face....