Hermione Scabior Novels & Stories

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

“She’s gonna sacrifice us to the demon!” Isaac tried to loosen Brandon’s clutch on his clothes and keep filming, but he couldn’t do both, so he kept the camera rolling the best he could. “Easy, Bran. She who?” “The girl! She’s the leader of them all! You’ve seen her in the basement. She even slept down there before coming for the last cleansing today! I’m telling you that little witch made all this up to offer us as a sacrifice to the demon in the basement!” Brandon pushed Isaac away, breathing heavily. “She wants to kill us!”

“Trust me, Alex isn’t bad, and enough of the Slytherin bashing. Plus, you’re the one wearing the skin of the humans’ belief in the good mage.” Siobhanny covered her face with her hands and burst into sobs. “How could I’ve been so wrong, prejudiced, fill in your own boring blank?” She peeked up through her — crocodile — tears, and I crossed my arms. “It’s almost like sorcereses haven’t been waging war with mages for centuries or being attacked by wolves.” I snorted. “When were you attacked by a wolve?” Harry’s robes bled into a scarlet hood, when a wicker basket now swung over a slender arm. I gaped at the butthole LLRH, as she slyly studied me back.

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

Her eyes turned completely white. From her woman like voice, it changed into voices of different ages and gender. An old man, a child, and a lady’s voice came out of her mouth when she spoke. “The time has come, that when the moon blankets the sun, the Herald of the embodiment of evil shall be crowned as Queen. A woman with bright purple eyes,” Cassiopeia said. Taylor turned her gaze to Felix, “amethyst eyes,” she said. “The crown will grant her powers beyond her forefathers and shall bring chaos and peril to us all. She shall come to destroy our land and the away the heart of Nuella Sangre.” Stefan and Taylor turned their gaze to Felix once more.

Nezeira, a little surprised and shocked at the same time replied, “You know me?” The lady, “Our Alpha instructed that if one day a stranger arrives at Ember-Hollow and proves to be more powerful than any then it will be the Princess of Vladmore.” Nezeira, still holding Requiem, unsheathed narrowed her eyes, and spoke, “You have an Alpha? But you are not a vaewolf or a lycan. You are a sorceress.” The lady, “Princess is truly uniquely gifted. I am a humage. My name is Kiobe.”

Torches burned in iron brackets on the walls, casting dancing shadows that made everything look like a nightmare. And everywhere I looked, there were eyes. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Glowing in the darkness between the pillars. Watching me. "Ah, the half-blood awakens." A voice echoed from somewhere above. I looked up and saw a balcony circling the room. On it stood a woman with silver hair and skin so pale she looked like she had been carved from ice. She was beautiful in the way a frozen lake was beautiful—stunning, but capable of killing you if you stepped wrong.

a voice then asked, catching Scarlett’s attention. She was an elderly lady, her grey fuzzy hair sticking out in all sorts of places. She even had some herbs hanging from her belt, tying together her ragged looking clothes. Honestly, though I felt bad stereotyping her, she really did look like some kind of witch. A thought that made me a little nervous. “I’m looking for a book, or maybe some kind of magic to...,” Scarlett started, only her words drifted as she thought on how best to describe the situation. “...To help someone who has been possessed by an otherworldly entity.”

It was nothing like my Lyra. My head swam as Xio stirred. He was demanding, needing. My eyes scanned the crowd of witches, searching, until I saw her. She was standing at the back of the group, nearly hidden by a taller witch. She was small and delicate, with long, dark hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Her eyes where the color of Zircon. They immediately locked with mine, and a look of utter shock flashed across her face before she quickly looked away.