Hermione Scabior Novels & Stories

June leaned closer to confirm her suspicions of the creature that Madison found to make sure that it was what Veronica had morphed into. “A Lamia? “June said. She read the description of the folklore. “Seriously, where did you find this book? “ “Like I told you before, I found it on the bookshelf down there,” Madison said as she continued to scroll through the pages. “Trying to find out what coach Lockwood turn into? “April G asked. “Yeah, I think I just found it,” “Well, do not keep us in suspense,” June said. “He was an aqrabuamelu. Apparently, it is a scorpion human hybrid that feeds on virgins and young women, “

Sophia said, trying to get a glimpse of her grandson, all she saw was his white hair like snow. "True!!" Caroline said, looking at the damage that those evil witches were doing. Hell, she had started absorbing their energy already. "Let’s tell them who is the boss here," Scarlett muttered, and she jumped in the air, reaching out in front of the witches and wizards. She killed all nine of them in one shot. "What the…" Ambrose looked at Scarlett in shock. He knew that Scarlett was the reincarnation of the first human whom Goddess Hecate had blessed with power, but not om Goddess Hecate had blessed with power, but not once had he thought that she was that strong.

Her blond hair was covered in vomit. "Archon, we have to save her. We need her to help seal the witch. Help me." Warren called the eidolon, and the spiritual essence wrapped around his body protectively. "Warren to Scald Crow, I found the chosen, I don't know what she took, but it's killing her." He pried an eyelid open, and a fierce lizard eye stared into his. "Her face looks like it's altered," He pulled the stringy black hair away from the head and saw green pointed ears. "Why does she have green and pointed ears." "Goblins breath," Jack's voice said in a low tone. "Someone created it in the middle ages. We had quite the time getting it under control."

he said with a hint of sarcasm. "Your tone suggests otherwise." "You'll just have to wait and see," he stated smugly. Hermione shook her head, returning her attention to the dishes. She reached for a particularly slippery glass, but her fingers lost their grip. It slipped from her hands, and she lunged forward to catch it — but her wet foot slid on the tiled floor. "Whoa—"

"I guess you knew her." "She was the Luna-" "She is the Luna of Death Whistler's pack. And she had been studying witches, she had been using one too. She grew up in the human world and brought human evilness into werewolf society but she is now up to witches, she's curious why a child of a werewolf and witches became a powerful healer." "How did you know about this?" "I have been in her laboratory." "She has studied you too." "I guess," I could still remember the smell of dead bodies when I woke up in her lab, she may cover it with a strong floral scent, but I still did smell it. And Dion's son was her lab rat yet Dion believed that she was trying to cure him.

The officer's gaze was fixed on her, fear enveloping him, paralyzing him as he weighed his options. His eyes remained glued to Scarlett, his mind spiraling in terror. Her transformation was beyond anything he had ever witnessed. Her body twisted, limbs elongating and reshaping into grotesque forms. Her skin shimmered into a sleek, metallic gray, and her claws elongated into sharp blades. Her yellow eyes burned with primal ferocity, and a deep, rumbling growl resonated from her throat. The patrol car's metallic frame began to contort and twist as if it had a life of its own. The officer's door creaked open, and he was yanked out, floating in mid-air by an invisible force.

Withholding the dream she had in her kitchen and not knowing why. “We have to let the council know about this,” Ruke said, looking at Hermione. He didn’t know how she was taking the news. He was exasperated, angry, and resentful towards the moon goddess. All she did was complicate things. It wasn’t enough. She was a cat shifter. She had to equally be a host for some unhinged spirit and a vengeful madman. “Excuse me please," Hermione got up slowly from her seat and headed for the stairs.

I love messing with anyone's patience and that's what I'm good at. I am now walking with a smile plastered on my face and it turned into a serious one when I reached the living room where my father and the alpha that my father is insisting me to marry, talking and laughing as if they were friends for years now. No one would've thought that their packs were actually each other's enemy. Pathetic. "Oh, here she is. Craige, meet my daughter, Hermione," my father immediately introduced me politely but I never let my face show any emotions. He was looking at me as if telling me to not do anything stupid. Well, what I'm going to do isn't stupid at all.

"Several decades ago, when the earth was dominated by men who mistreated women and kept them in the dark, Omari, a brave woman from the Eastern tribe, decided to fight for her happiness and that of every other woman. When she confronted the leader of the Eastern tribe, she was punished severely. She was locked up in the dungeon, starved of food and water for twenty eight days. During that period, an army of otherworlders possessed by dark spirits, attacked the Eastern tribe. Lying in the dungeon, Omari had a vision from the deity of war. Not only did she discover that there was a war going on, she also discovered a way to gain supernatural powers to defeat the enemies. She was suddenly stren