Hermione Scabior Novels & Stories

Everything is spotless, polished, and so grand, it almost felt unreal… way too luxurious for someone like me. Inside the restroom, I passed a mirror—and froze. Did I just see a ghost? I stepped back and looked again. "Arrrrgh!" I screamed. "Who is this? Why am I in a stranger’s body?!" I stumbled backward, heart pounding. Then I looked again, this time slowly, closely. My heart skipped. “Wait… I know this face.” “No… no, this can’t be real.” “This is Elena Scarlet.” I held my hair, my fingers shaking.

“I can smell him on you and your dog.” “Wolf.” I corrected again and she rolled her eyes. She and Mabel act very much the same. She turned around to look at the area around her. She was taking everything in. “You know Hermione. This is not just a field. It’s overflowing with power. You don’t know this because you’re too busy bothered about that uncle of yours and sleeping with Bernardo-” “Whoa! Stay out of my damn business!”

he whispered “This is exactly what I’ll do to that baby was it’s born and I get my hands on the filthy thing” ~~~ Far away from the forest, in a dark room, Hermoine stood alone. Her eyes were locked on a large monitor in front of her, showing a live feed of the feast. She had found a way to hack into the pack’s hidden cameras. She watched Elena smile. She watched Salvatore lean close to her. Hermoine’s hands clenched into fists. “I should’ve been Luna,” she whispered. “That should’ve been me.” Her chest burned with hate. She grabbed a glass bottle beside her and smashed it against the floor. Then another. Then another.

A servant asked as she noticed the long scar that draws a line from her palm to her wrist. Morrigan retracted her hands in an instant, staring at the scar. Unconsciously she traced the long scar on her hand with a thought in mind. Reminiscing the first day she stepped into the kingdom. "Some accident I encountered. It didn't heal well because I didn't have enough herbs to cure it, thus it ended up with a long scar." The servant bowed her head low. "Do you need us to put an ointment? Such a long scar is really visible. The scar seemed to be from a deep wound before." Morrigan shook her head. "No need, this reminds me of important things in the life of a royal... Humility." The servants around

And then it appeared. Not Sebastian. Not one of his broken puppets. But her—Liora. The witch with wildfire eyes and a voice that could either mend souls or tear them apart like parchment in a storm. She stepped into the chamber, her silhouette haloed in unnatural gold, as if the magic clinging to her refused to dim for anyone—not even the monsters lurking in this stone tomb. Her gaze found mine instantly, and something unreadable flickered across her expression—not pity, not grief, but something far more dangerous.

Shaking his head furiously" No she wouldn't, she a witch so she knows what she is talking about" The three of us look at each other and realize that he might be talking about the woman we all are looking for: " She sent you here"? I asked him. "You're ruining her plans so she's coming for you" he says with a big creepy grin on his face. Before I say anything Joi my assistant say to me " Alpha Ms. Hermione is looking for you" she says through the mindlink.

Gulping hard as the words started registering in her head. “And how will you do that?” “Ahh!” She exclaimed as she pointed to the witch at the work table. “That’s where Siobhan comes in. She’s going to come up with some sort of magical instrument that will drive you crazy. The kind of crazy that would hopefully have you going on a rampage where you be one very violent.” “You see Siobhan is renowned for this. She has tested this formula on wolves, vampires, it even works on some demons!! But never your kind so she’s happy to try.”

They haven't found the sorcerers and they were being delayed. "We have to get back to the palace early. I need to get the books from Hermes." she muttered and suddenly heard a hiss beside her. Her heart skipped a bit as her body froze immediately. Slowly, like a malfunctioning robot, she turned her head towards the sound and caught a cobra with it neck up, ready to attack her. She screamed out loud and tried to move away but ended up falling to the ground. "Please do not harm me!" she cried, trying to plead with the animal.

My hair flowed like seawater, my features as delicately sculpted as a porcelain doll, not the fish head that they all expected. Everyone was struck silent. At that moment, I smiled. "Congratulations. You've unsealed the final boss of this scenario, the Sea God. If you defeat me, you can clear this dungeon." Their weapons had been made to defeat the seabirds, and the moment their attacks hit me, they dissolved. "No way, how did Sylvia become the final boss? Did your family keep this from us on purpose?" My parents were shell-shocked. "We have no idea either, she didn't say!"

Otherwise, she might get a miscarriage from the stress she was going through. Just then, a voice that she dreaded the most drifted into her ears, “Look who we have here... Saffron Graham, the unlucky bitch whom no one wanted to adopt and also wouldn’t want to pay us back for raising her. Tell me, why are you here? Is your freedom money complete?” Saffron lowered her head even more. She didn’t want to see this woman at all. If only she has magic powers to make her disappear. “Greetings, Madam Graham–“