Hermione Scabior Novels & Stories

I had no idea she was even connected to this world outside the Moonbeam Pack. I tried to avoid her, but before I could turn away, she stepped into my path. “Well, well, well.” She sneered. “Look who’s playing dress up.” I clenched my fists at my sides, willing myself to stay calm. “I don’t know you,” I said, my voice steady. “Please excuse me.” Her lip curled into a cruel smile. “Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t remember me, Rowena. The rejected Luna. The murderer.”

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?”

She goes to a drawer and retrieves a big brown book. "I keep a record of all the Creatures I've come across. There was a particular Demon. A succubus." She says flipping through the old pages stopping at her destination before handing me the book. "Isn't that the female version of an incubus?" Anessa asked. "Correct. I came across a transitioning Hybrid. Half Succubus, half Mara Vampire." Haer starts to say. "What does that have to do with Meave?" Meryl asked curiously.

He pushed her to the ground and suffocated her with his black mists, "Oh, Hanabi, here I thought you're great. You're only great at creating this trap... No, this tomb especially made just for you~" ' Hanabi? Is that the host's name? ' K Whatever focused was in the name. With a lot of curiosity, information is much more important than getting suffocated by a black marshmallow. The evil spirit started to bend down and was about to suck her soul when K Whatever felt the heat under her coat. She took it out and aimed it at him. The evil spirit was stunned... to see a kiddie-sized cartoon character scissors in her hand, "Pft! You call that a scythe?! Fuwahahaha!"

Then, clad in fuzzy blue bedroom slippers with pom-poms on the toes, baggy jeans, red belt, and braless, she waited. The sorceress took up the mortar and pestle. In went the deadly nightshade, the wild elephant's ear, the bladderwort, and the stinking smut. Blobs of mercury slid over the powdered herbs as she had carefully poured it from the vail while covering her nose and mouth with her feathered sleeve.

Reece says my name and I let out an excruciating scream because the pain just got worse and I don't think I can sense my wolf anymore. "Reece.. Morgan. I can't feel her..." I let out another scream. "Fuck…!" Reece picks me up bridal style and walks us out of the crowd that just gathered around us, upstairs into his room.

Loki opened the container and a black scorpion crawled out and climbed on her stomach . "what... what.. what the hell get it off !! " she scream out tryin push it off . " luvo bacaxzw "Loki whispered and the scorpion climbed up to her face . "arghhhh get off me! " she scream out loud . the scorpion climbed her face and it slid into her mouth down into her throat . "the scorpion is gonna kill the child inside her , just matter of time " Loki said and I smile , one thing he doesn't know is I have my own plans .

She said, and I frowned at her. "Magic? How can she have magic? She isn't a Valkin," I said, and Elsa shook her head. "We have never had a Valkin female alpha before, so we can't tell. She might not be a Vlakin, but she has magic. I do not know what kind, but she has magic. I can't sense the nature of the magic because another Magic surrounds her. I do not know what is happening, but we need to find Scarlett before she becomes a tool in the wrong hands. The emotions that drive her are wrong and destructive. She is still hurting too." Elsa said, and my stomach churned.

“I think my time is up, B. Scry me.” Her vision went black, and she cried out throwing out her arms in reflex as she felt as if she were falling backwards from a great height through the darkness, her hair sucking forward over her face. There was a thud as her head hit the floorboards, and she opened her eyes, watching the smoke from the herb burner curling and furling in on itself as if she had fallen through it, dislodging its pattern. The witches were silent around her, the entire room still.

The only clue he had was a photo of us that Xavier treasured. Fate was cruel. When I approached Heath, he immediately recognized the girl in the photo. Every 'treatment' in the campus hospital was a carefully planned trap. My so-called 'special drugs' were potent medications that were bound to destroy my health. He lured me step by step into the abyss, attempting to turn me into a mindless toy. Bobby, the man I had always looked down upon, silently protected me. From the first moment he saw Heath, he keenly sensed something was off.