Hermione/narcissa Novels & Stories

I nodded, tears in my eyes, but truly comforted by her words. “Can I see him?” I ask her. Her face is pained for a second before she replies, “I’m sorry I don’t have a way to show you. Everything I see and feel is from within. It can’t be shared like that…” “I might have something,” a woman to her side says. She clears her throat. “I’m Hecate, the Goddess of Witchcraft. In exchange for your true friendship with my beloved Ally, and your huge sacrifice, I can create a short portal so you can see them. They’re together now. Would you like to see them?”

"That was done by my friend Lucia. She is a white snake summoner that is why she can produce men of white snake. She told them to go and search for his cousin. Remember Orion? The one I told you who just disappeared when there was a mist and a humming voice." "Then Orion must be the one in great danger now. As what have my father said, Nerissa don't kill her preys right away. She plays with their minds first, but after that, she kills them mercilessly. Also, the weaker the mind of the man, the more possibility that he will go insane even after he is rescued. I hope your friend has a strong mind so he it will be easy for us to awaken him from Nerissa's magic later on."

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

Far from the palace, beyond the lush forests and guarded borders of the kingdom, nestled in the jagged cliffs where the sun barely touched the land, lived a woman cloaked in shadows. Nora. Her beauty mirrored Aurora’s—identical in every way down to the celestial blue of her eyes and the cascade of dark hair. But where Aurora’s presence brought warmth and light, Nora radiated cold ambition and eerie stillness. Raised in the hidden covens of the dark witches, she had never known love or mercy. Her life had been shaped by rituals, curses, and the hunger for power. The witches whispered a prophecy from the moment she could walk: The moon bore two, but only one shall rise.

Celine furrows her brows, tilting her head in confusion, “Why confuse the two? I mean the crystals are being powered by the magic seeping from her. As far as Greyson can tell. But how could you confuse two different Goddesses? Surely there’s a physical difference in appearance at least?” “You ask good questions.” Luna paces a little, “Artemis and Hecate are twins, so they look nearly identical. One moment, please.” Celine nods, and Luna closes her eyes but remains in front of her. Two other figures join her. One was a man, dressed in yellow flowing robes, and the other was a woman, dressed in a black dress much the same as Luna’s, she looked almost identical to the sleeping figure, but her h

He then walked to the desk, where he had placed his book, and began flipping through the pages. "Here," he said, tapping his finger on a specific page. I crouched down to read the faint letters. "The Royal Curse of Narcissa. The first royalty to possess the blood of a werewolf and a mythological creature. Narcissa is considered a forbidden fruit, and her existence is a curse. The royalty was killed at the age of 18." I raised my eyebrows at Marcelo, who was waiting for a shocked reaction from me. However, I remained expressionless. Marcelo spoke again, "This Royal curse is connected to Aria."

Hermione The time has finally come when I'm going to see where my mother has grown up, the excitement that I'm feeling is so unreal and I can't wait to learn more about her and see the other witches, so far Jamilla and Gloria are the only that I have know and I don't consider Gloria one, when she has to have a sacrifice in other for her to have power.

Morrigan scribbled on a parchment laid in front of her as the back of her tutor face her, reciting to her about the history of Hymir. Her eyes are drooping down as she fights the urge to sleep and could only sigh silently as she keeps her yawn down.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

His long dark hair was braided, and so was his beard. "A dwarf?" Cassandra said. "A gnome," Owlyn corrected. Cassandra didn't know the differences between the two, but she still gripped the dagger tightly in her hand anyway. "I am Nayris of Hémira," said the little creature, and for a moment, Cassandra blinked stupidly at him in wonder. "You said you're a friend," she said. "What kind of friend?"