Hermione Novels & Stories

Theodore questioned, and immediately Liara’s eyes widened when she realized who could help her in this situation. “I know who can answer this question. Why didn’t I think about her before?” With this, she quickly stood up to wear some decent clothes. She threw a polo t-shirt at Theodore, who wore it without questioning her as long as she was taking him with her. “We are going to meet one of my family members. I mean, she is Steve’s cousin. So, we are not really related.” “Okay. But who is she?” Theodore asked. “I have to visit Scarlett Hecate Wright,” Liara told her ring. “She is one of the strongest witches in the whole world; also, she is the reincarnation of the first witch of the world.”

She had striking, brilliant golden hair, and eyes that were a piercing, unmistakable mix of green and blue. Beside her stood a man named Rain, his face etched with grim determination as he fought off Draco's guards. The vision shifted rapidly, flooding my mind with ancient prophecies. This girl... her name was Elle. She was the destined downfall of the Witches of the Woods, a force that would tear my beloved coven apart—but she was also the ultimate weapon, the only soul powerful enough to finally kill my mother, Isolde.

She feels that the children inside of me are extremely strong and that they will consume me, and that it is most likely they are incubus. Dracono steps in and with a smile on his face, says that that is the case, he knows exactly how to help me. "-I will take care of you my love and you will not feel pain anymore, I promise you. Dracono tells me while holding my hand. -How, what is the cure? Maleficent asks Dracono. -It is a secret ritual of an incubus, I am sorry but the only person I can disclose it to is Andrea." Dragon replies to Maleficent.

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.