Romans & histoires Hermione Scabior

Hence, Diana dared not to disturb the flow of magic from her new Heart Blood to the Scepter of Fate. Diana felt the looming sharp pincers around her. She gritted her teeth, eyes fixated on the shrinking pebble. At the moment, she was ready to shed blood—Diana was that desperate. Bang! Through her peripheral vision, Diana’s eyes flickered when she saw a shadow of a huge red-furred wolf fighting against the largest giant scorpion. The other scorpions were fighting wolves, drawing the former’s attention from Diana as they were forced to back away.

I step further. Next to Diana is another figure. Taller. Darker. Wrapped in shadows and swirling smoke. Her eyes are blindfolded with silk, yet I feel them watching me. Her skin gleams obsidian, marked with ancient runes. In one hand, she holds a torch that burns with violet fire. In the other, a serpent. Hecate. Goddess of the crossroads. Magic. Witches. Keeper of all things hidden and forbidden. I move forward slowly, silver flames rippling around my paws, burning brighter with each step.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

He ordered and the rest of the assassins walked into the room. Omar held out his sword and stepped in front of Mariam and the girls to shield them but Mariam was quick, she ran forward with a shout and slid across the smooth marbled floor, the material of her outfit eliminating all friction to give her an easy slide, she unsheathed two swords in the process. The assassin who had stepped forward swung his sword at her but he wasn't fast enough, she brought her hand up in a powerful swing and the sword sliced the air, his arm fell away from his body and he shrieked in horror and pain. Without giving him time to recover, she stood up, now standing behind him and swung her sword again, her next

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

He pointed a hard finger at me. I scoffed. “You’d sue the granddaughter of Juliana Del Monte? You’d sue the wife of Easton Grant? I think you’ve mistaken me for a nobody Mr Alex Ross. I am Imelda Del Monte Grant and I am not to be played with!” I stood toe to toe with him, not backing down from the hard staring contest. “You’ll be hearing from me.” He snarled and shot Gabriel a cold stare before walking away angrily. “Wow.” I heard Gabriel say and I turned to him.

She looked up as they entered, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her face. "You brought the sacrifice," Seraphina said. "I brought a funeral," Kaelor replied. He raised the Lunar Dagger. The purple light from the blade filled the room, making the hybrids hiss and recoil. At the top of the throne, Queen Hecate sat. She wasn't a monster. She was beautiful. A woman with hair like spun silver and skin like moonlight. She looked down at them with a bored, indulgent expression. "Kaelor. My favorite disappointment." Hecate stood up. She wasn't walking; she was gliding. "And the little songbird. I see you've had your hatchling."

“Hi… I’m Hazel. Hazel Grimshaw. I know this is unexpected, but I’m a witch, too. I tracked you using a spell, a spell to track magic. I need to find someone who might help me.” She says nothing at first, just squints at me like she’s waiting for the punchline. Then, slowly, she opens the door wider. “My name’s Liora,” she says with a hint of suspicion in her voice. “Come in.” I step inside the cabin, the air warm with the scent of burning sage and something earthy, mugwort, maybe. The place is cozy in a way that’s lived in and practical. Shelves crammed with books and jars, bundles of dried herbs hanging from the rafters. Liora gestures to a seat at her small, round kitchen table, and I sett

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.”