Hermione Severus Novels & Stories

I blinked repeatedly, wondering how an academic institution began electing rulers. "His name is Vicious Velmor, his father built this school." Her next words threw me off immediately. Something inside me paused. "What did you say?" "Vicious." She repeated and my heartbeat accelerated. No, I immediately shook the thought away. Vicious wasn't an uncommon name. Well... Actually, it was a strange name. But surely, it couldn't be him. I mean he wouldn't be here right? Or would he? Absolutely not, he was too powerful yes, but he was also experienced with them, he's far too skilled with his powers to be here.

She would protect the world she had helped to build. No matter what the old magic threw at her, she would not break. She was Elif Demir. She was the half-blood's hope. And she was just getting started.

Someone has found the seam. I peer across realms, folding perception between fire and time. And there, cutting through the pines in a sleek obsidian car, is the source of the disturbance. Selene. Actress. Witch. A creature of vanity, power, and old grudges. She has no coven, but needs none. Her magic was always self-fed, like a snake swallowing its own tail.

Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore. Morgan raised his hand to wipe away her tears; he just couldn't keep seeing her crying so hysterically and heartbroken. But when she saw his action, she flinched and backed away from him with her eyes filled with fear. His pupils shrank violently as he stared at her. ‘She was afraid of him. Did she think he would hurt her?’ He thought.

“Longer, miss. I’ve worked here as his housekeeper for the last five years. I’ll get you water!” “Oh, what’s your name?” I asked, liking her chatty nature. I could make friends with her and get to know a lot about my captor! “Stella Hawkes! I know you’re Hermione Averoff!” I gasped at the way she pronounced my full name. I hated it. “Please call me Hera. I hate my full name!” “Why? It’s so exotic, a symbol of intelligence in our era! Hermione was the daughter of the Greek messenger God, Hermes. I’m sure you know that already!”

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

He's constantly the one who displays a genuine concern for my well-being. As he drew closer, I stood rooted to the spot, unable to turn away. I allowed him to wrap his arms around me, feeling his warmth against my skin. However, as I relaxed into his embrace, a sudden clap shattered the moment, causing me to jerk away from Kade's touch. Her eyes widened in amazement as she let out a breathless "Wow . . ." A rush of excitement fills me as I catch sight of her. It's Hermione. With a glint in her eye, she exclaimed, "A daring and powerful superhero!"

Running my fingers through my hair with a hushed breath, I focus my gaze on the room instead. The room isn't too big nor too small, let's say the size of my kitchen. it has a purple colour, matching even the little reading desk next to her bed and the closet by the side of the wall. My eyes falls on the shelve of books next to the big window and I grab a book out of the rack. "Oh... Don't touch that, its for Shelley." She rushes to me seizing the book out of my hand. "My best friend." "Best friend. You mean the weird girl at the campus last time." I pop an eyebrow.

Odhan said. He know his father very well, he would use all the tricks in his pocket. "Is that so?" Lucian sneered. Threaten them? The Lord of the dark creatures will have a surprise of a lifetime. Yes, the lord of the dark creatures might be powerful, but they are not useless either, Lucian thought. A lone figure stumbled out of the black hole. Once the shadow removed the cloak from its head, everyone was surprised. Because it is a beautiful girl with long black hair, black eyes, and olive-colored skin. She is beautiful in her way.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece