Hermione Icons Novels & Stories

Their blood contains a certain vitamin that possesses a high quantity of vermains that makes them heal quickly. This time, we’re not here to hunt but to avenge the souls of our lost hunters. I heard growls coming from the other side, and we quickly hid. I knew Aiden was here again with his warriors, and I have to give certain orders to my men before we strike. Before I could speak, I perceived a particular familiar scent, and to justify my curiosity, I set cheek and saw Hermia. What is she doing here and how on earth did she follow me without me noticing?

she screams, this time I laugh. “Do you know why my eyes went white? No, I doubt it. Unless it benefits you. Well let me fill you in” I smile at her and pull down my collar showing off my new mate’s mark “The raven is a sign of our witch heritage, the moon is for Angelo’s Goddess and the crown, well that is because I am favoured by the Goddess Hecate” Her eyes go wide.

The daughters of the high Lords, or as I liked to call them; the Courtyard Hags. “Selena.” Hermione purred, stepping out from under the archway with her usual entourage of highborn airheads. She was a perfect kid of expensive silks and fangs, and it rubbed off on me the wrong way. “Youre dressed, comfortably. How noble of you.” Hermione and I weren't friends, but I knew an insult when I heard one. “Thanks.” I let out, my smile bright. “I was going for, the financially humble, emotionally stable look. I nailed it, didn't I?”

Her hunting gear was packed neatly by the door, bow and quiver ready to be slung over her shoulder. Hermes groaned dramatically, but was already pulling on his tunic. "Five minutes? You could have at least let me finish my dream – I was just about to teach the unicorns to deliver messages faster than I can!" Hera emerged from her room across the hall, guiding a still-sleepy Eirene by the hand. The young girl's hair was slightly tousled from sleep, and she was rubbing her eyes with one small fist while clutching the cloth pouch holding her egg in the other.

She scratches her hair. "Right! Do you live in Hell Forest? The hunted mansion of hell family?” “Ohm is that what other people called it...” “I’ve just heard it. They say Hell’s family is very weird... hmm, but I think they’re wrong. You’re not that weird, you’re just like other normal girls out there.” “Right,” I muttered. It’s nice to have someone you can talk to in school. I hope she’s interested in being friends with me for real.

"I don't feel like learning anything. Do you know anybody whose CGPA is a little below hers? Maybe 4.00?" "I know a girl who has 4.50." George shrugged. "Why do you ask?" "I need her notes." "Not gonna be easy. She's stingy as fuck." "Bribe her with your body or something." Harry grumbled. "She's a Christian. The type that waits until marriage before sleeping with a man." George rolled his eyes. "Let me guess..." His voice trailed off knowingly. "Rachel." George shuddered. "I'm toast." Harry groaned. "I'll see you around." He jogged down the steps and walked away towards the parking lot.

--- GREYTECH Private Bunker – Lily’s War Room Far away, in a secure, black-glass chamber of the GREYTECH network, Lily’s team was finalizing preparations. Holographic maps shimmered across the room, casting light over faces set in grim determination. Witches, warlocks, Lycans, and rogue agents—all had answered her call. The insignia of her network gleamed on their armor: silver branches over twin moons, a symbol that had become synonymous with both fear and hope.

Hermione sang, she was wearing a beautiful black blouse with jeans. She had washed her hair and still had a faint blush on both cheeks. Her white skin gleamed like alabaster and Ruke became aware that he had not cleaned up. Hermione however ushered him out of the house, locked her door and they drove back towards the woods.

Once I finished my business and headed back to the small room, I slipped my old clothes from my body, wondering if I would ever see them again. The outfit they provided was identical to Camille and Helena's. The t-shirt was a fabric I had never felt before, both soft and strong. The white fabric clung to me, the perfect size in comparison to all my thrift-store clothes. The pants were the same material, lavender in color and impossibly soft. I placed the slippers on my feet, running my toes over the plush fur. I noticed the symbol for Iridian on the back of the hair brush, a slim crescent moon with two stars, deep purple in color. Once my fire kissed hair was smooth down my back, I stepped o

After an annoying and exhausting meeting, I dashed into my mansion to see nobody. There were no workers, and my parents weren't there. I thought they would be in their respective room so I strolled to my own room. I was too stunned that I was emotionless. What I see inside my room was– A girl. She had hazel siren eyes, her upper lip was thinner than her lower one, red hair which was flowing down her shoulder and she was dressed that her upper body and her lower body was revealing. Exactly like a–sexy girl.