Hermione/narcissa Novels & Stories

Not having the slightest idea that their lives are in danger as the woman with amethyst eyes shall bring peril amongst their realm. They reached the castle in Nuella Sangre and immediately went to the throne room of the King, Stefan Thorn. When the two entered the room, the King stood from his throne to welcome his son, Giovanni Felix Thorn. His father rushed on walking to him and gave his son a man hug. “Welcome home, son.” Stefan said and tapped his son’s back. “Thank you, Dad.” Felix tapped his father’s back. “Enough hugs for now, we have things to settle.” Cassiopeia entered the room. Cassiopeia is the first witch who joined Nuella Sangre. She is blessed on seeing the future, so as she k

“Sit down, you stupid harpy.” “Because of your arrogance, bigotry, cruelty, and hatred, not just toward us, but towards your own family, you have lost a valuable ally. You do realize that Hecate and Selene work together all the time? They are sisters. That makes us kin.” Devin’s voice flows throughout the room and the witches are powerless to say anything.

But then, he noticed that her body was burning up and that she wasn't moving. " Phoenix " He broke the hug only to see that Phoenix has already fainted in his arms... × × × Glinda strode quietly down the lonely aisle leading to a secretive layer with the book of the Dark Genie. Stepping in, she smiled on seeing who she came here for. It was Narcissa, who was seated in the middle of the room, doing some silent enchanting and mixing some portion, her eyes closed. Glinda walked up to her and sat down too.

She’s getting better at being a queen, and despite her obvious discomfort and nervousness, she is standing her ground. Narcissa gives Willow a sarcastic sneer and a little bow. “As you wish…priestess.” Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to wipe that shit-eating grin off Narcissa’s face. She leaves without another word, and Willow gets to work casting her spell. By the time she’s done, everyone has arrived.

There were thick braids on either side of his chiseled face and some beautiful purple eyes, “This is Oberon. He is a royal warlock. He has the ability to not only resist the sirens’ song, but he also has the ability to eliminate the magic in the sirens’ song.” She then moved to the ladies and pointed to the red-haired woman with purple eyes, “This is Isadora. She is Oberon’s sister and has the same abilities. She also has very powerful magic that can control weather.” I smiled and bowed my head a bit in respect, and she did the same for us.

The look of surprise on their faces was almost comical, they definitely didn’t have the element of surprise like they thought they would. Before they could make a run for it “Tenebras Dissipare. Omne Aevum”, Nicholas chanted. The perimeter was now active, no one could leave. “Looks like we underestimated you”, Icarus started. “Hello Zeke, I assume my husband is near, seeing as you’re standing next to the beasts”, Evanora was looking around the field for her mate. “Ianuae Magicae”, Evanora chanted before disappearing. “She used her mate link to appear where Alatar was, as queen nothing we do can stop her”, Mariana mind linked Xander, Xavier, Selene, and Shane.

Be it the sect master of the Plenilune Sect or the grand elder, all of them dispelled the notion of jumping into the swamp. Only Hermione was a little unwilling to let it go. It was the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell, after all. Even an ancient goddess from ancient times had some things that they coveted. “I have the Reflective Eye, as well as the treasure attire that my goddess master has given me. I’m not afraid! “I can chase after him. For the sake of the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell, it’s worth it.” Thinking of this, Hermione grabbed the Reflective Eye from her mind palace. The mirror whirled around her, and a silver light wrapped around her body before she too jumped into the swamp.

Regaining my composure, I head toward the table where our drinks sit, the opposite direction Theo walked. Along the way, I pass the face of a demon I wasn’t expecting to see: Nia, Hazel’s cousin and the inspiration behind one of Macbeth’s witches. “Crash any cars lately?” She sneers, the pettiness oozing like a deadly venom, “or are you too busy trying to steal other people’s mates?” “Why? Are yours available?” I remark with a serious look, enjoying her scoff of derision. “I can take both if you’d like,” I comment nonchalantly, with a glance at the mate mark on her neck.

I stormed to the front door and shouted, "Nova! Get in here fast!" Nova ran inside and froze on the threshold of the room where Harriet lay. Tears fell down her cheeks, then she stepped closer to Harriet and gently lifted her head. Her hands were trembling, but she still summoned the strength needed to cast the healing spell. Harriet's wound started to heal, and a moment later, the witch opened her eyes. Nova gasped and wept softly, "I'm so sorry, Harriet... I should have known that something was wrong when you didn't show up for so long."

Narcissa handed little Cleon over to Athena, making everyone laugh. Narcissa hugged Athena, “Don’t feel bad, Thena; I will always be your best friend. My brother is mean, Tristan and I good, Azazel recently learned to talk,” Narcissa blurted out in one go, kissing Cleon. Athena cared about nothing; she saw Azazel as nothing but a big nasty bully.