Novel & Cerita Hermione Steals Grimoire From Harry Fanfiction

I looked toward Hansel,she was still clutching the grimoire, we couldn't let them find it. I slowly reached for her hand. The footsteps grew closer. The door opened wider and my heart pounded in my chest

Raising her head, she spotted a crowd of people consisting of both males and females standing beside her and Linux, all young and bearing Salem's crest. As Sahara and the array of Damien's stared at Hilda and Linux with stark hostility, Linux surreptitiously put away the painting in his hand before lifting his head and looking at them warily. "What is it?" Similarly, Hilda pinned her eyes on them vigilantly. Stretching out a hand, Sahara thrust it before Hilda. "I want Gianna Dgoldz's Phoenix Harp. Give it to me." After learning from Gianna that Hilda had taken her beloved harp, she immediately thought of getting it back from Hilda so that she could claim credit before her.

I crossed my arms, giving him a look that told him I wasn’t going to let that slide. He sighed again, heavier this time, and looked at Maggie as if silently scolding her for bringing it up. Then, finally, he turned to me, his voice low, almost unwilling. “Okay, so…I used to scout around the house during Witching Hour, trying to find ways to escape. And that’s when I… stole a spell book. From Harmona’s room.” My brows shot up. “You what?”

"We need my grimoire first." Trick hissed in anger. "We don't have time! Dorian could return any minute." He was right, but without my magic book, I'd never find what The Mother was looking for. And I'd never get my payback. "Two minutes," I promised, already moving toward Dorian's private rooms. Luckily, Alpha Dorian Graves was as arrogant as he was cruel. He'd kept my grimoire on his shelves like a trophy, never suspecting that the book itself was a weapon. I grabbed it, feeling the ancient leather warm to my touch, recognizing its owner.

I stomp towards Aunt Sue and the others, gritting, “We can’t stay here any longer. That fiend’s gotten hold of one Grimoire and I must retrieve it at all cost.” “We’re leaving?” Aunt Sue’s brows shoot up and I growl with a sigh. “There’s a high chance of a traitor helping him, else he wouldn’t have gotten in so easily and made away that sneakily,” I tell them and we turn to the Elders when one of them begins to speak.

Now, it no longer belonged to me. Before leaving, I called my lawyer. “Mr. Lane, has everything been arranged?” “Yes, Ms. Rivers. The funds have been transferred to your account. Your passport is ready, and the property in Swizor has been secured. Everything is in order.” I nodded, feeling a strange peace settle in my chest. “All right. Thank you. I’m leaving now.” The moment I ended the call, I saw a news headline flashing across my phone screen. [Mafia boss Zayn Levine is a total hen-pecked husband!]

Raph did change, but it's unclear why. I returned to my room, reflecting on Rafe's dramatic transformation. My thoughts returned to Rafe's final message about the grimoire, an ancient book that might hold the key to his transformation. "Remember, Luna. If things get worse, find the Grimoire." Rafe had told me earlier. It was as if the grimoire he had purchased in Singapore had some sort of magical power. "The Grimoire... but how do I even begin to find it?" I was lost in thought once more. Since Singapore, I haven't even seen the grimoire.

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.

Isadora gave her a glare and flipped her hair like she couldn’t care less. "Whatever," she said, then turned to me and Eloise. "You two stay back. I’m the top of my class in werewolf history. I’ve got this." "Suit yourself.” I said, honestly relieved that someone else was handling it. We all held our breaths as Isadora stepped closer to the stone slab. She studied the runes, then started pressing them confidently in what she must have thought was the right order. The runes froze for a second. We all tensed, waiting to see if she had solved it.

I didn't have time to react but the only thing I saw from the corner of my eyes was the orange flames that were growing more and more in front of the packhouse and the scream of Alpha Nathan, he was screaming in agony, pain and once I turn around I saw why he was in pain, the orange flames were coming from him and looking next to me I saw Hermione so focus on him that I finally catch up that she was the one burning him alive. “ Stop” I whisper to her but it's like she isn't hearing me, standing in front of her I keep repeating myself but that isn't working, I kiss her at first she starts fighting me but a few seconds later she starts to relax and at the end, she passes out. Picking her up. W