Hermione Snape Ao3 Novels & Stories

It was better this way since I wouldn’t need to seek Nick’s help in going home. After an hour, we reached home, and I walked straight into my uncle’s bedroom to check up on Hermione Averoff! She was the warrior wolf from our enemy pack, the Luceres Pack, and his mate! My uncle had abducted her and held her hostage to teach her twin, Alpha Zephyrus, the leader of the Luceres Pack, a lesson. Despite being the enemy, Hermione or Hera, as she preferred being called, was kind and beautiful. I liked her from the moment I met her.

"You will obey her as you obey me. You will protect her as you protect me. And you will watch her carefully, because half-bloods are unpredictable. Untamed. Wild." He made me sound like an animal. A dangerous one. The crowd cheered again, louder this time, and Ronan turned to face me fully. He stepped closer, so close I could smell the wolf on him—pine and musk and something darker, something cruel. He reached out and gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. "You belong to me now," he said softly, for my ears only. "Try to run, and I will drag you back myself. Try to fight, and I will break you. You are mine, half-blood. Mine to use. Mine to breed. Mine to own."

Hunter’s right there beside her, smug as hell, and I intend to crush his throat. One good hit and I'll put this snake-ass motherfucker down and end him right fucking now. But the crowd is getting thicker around us and their cameras are flashing lights, capturing everything. I glance at Hermione. Her eyes are red, and her chest keeps jerking up and down like she just ran ten miles. She’s trying to look strong, but I know her. I know the way her chin sets when she’s lying to herself. She’s pretending she’s over me. Pretending I don’t matter.

Withholding the dream she had in her kitchen and not knowing why. “We have to let the council know about this,” Ruke said, looking at Hermione. He didn’t know how she was taking the news. He was exasperated, angry, and resentful towards the moon goddess. All she did was complicate things. It wasn’t enough. She was a cat shifter. She had to equally be a host for some unhinged spirit and a vengeful madman. “Excuse me please," Hermione got up slowly from her seat and headed for the stairs.

I arched into his touch, craving more. "Such an eager little slut," Snape murmured against my lips, tweaking my nipple through my robes. "So desperate for my touch. Tell me what you want, Hermione." "I want you to fuck me," I whimpered, rubbing my aching core against the hard bulge in his trousers. "I need you inside me, Professor. Please." Snape growled and ripped open my robes, sending buttons flying everywhere. He tore away my lacy bra, freeing my breasts to his hungry gaze. "I'm going to make you scream," he promised darkly.

Either he has no interest in going further, or he is a pure gentleman. This is what I want. And I want more. I pull myself on top of him to the point where I'm straddling his lips. His hands still don't stray, no matter how hard I accelerate the kiss. It's getting heated, until the sound of the door bursting open behind us immediately pulls me away from him, like he's a plague that if I get caught being near, I will get in serious trouble. Turning around, I see Hermione stumble through the door, her hands cupped under her mouth, filled with blood. The sight near makes me throw up, but I compose myself at the sight of blood trailing from her eyes. It makes both me and Shinee jump out of bed i

That's when she arranged what she called a double ambush, the fact that she had taken a potion that would lead to sexual attraction, with aphrodisiacs and hypnotists heading her way. She led them into an ambush, at that time, between the sex sessions between them, when the snake woman, with the girl on her lap, went over the last steps of the plan, riding on top of the snake woman, while the snake stuck it’s Your tail's penis inside her, between thrusts, with that, sucking her breasts.

It used the beads to drive Jonathan further into his obsession—into madness. In truth, the Blood of Essence of Echidna's descendants could never bring anyone back from the dead. Jonathan had been deceived. I had seen it with my own eyes. The prayer beads glowed gold, and Anna's face glowed too. It was something only I could see after my apotheosis. Of course, the mage could never raise the dead. At best, it could grant a brief return, letting life flicker for one last time. But… That wasn't nearly enough for me.

Alex said, “Look at you, gnashing your teeth with that expression like you’re trying to eat me alive. What’s wrong? Didn’t your master inform you that I’m her husband?” Hermione was infuriated. “Nonsense!” Dorothy... Alright, it was Xienna Stoermer. That was the goddess in Hermione’s mind, an existence as great as the sky. Xienna was faith itself to her, so how could she allow someone else to slander Xienna? Alex’s words touched her sore point. “You deserve to die for blaspheming my master!” Hermione shouted angrily and was about to draw her sword at Alex, trying to take his life.