Hermione X Pansy 소설 & 이야기

Her face, usually composed and elegant, was twisted in pure anger. Ares stood near the wall, watching her with cold, expressionless eyes. He was relaxed, but his posture held an edge of danger. His arms were crossed over his chest, his sharp gaze never leaving Hermione. The dim light in the room made the shadows on his face look darker, giving him a more intimidating presence. "I cannot take this anymore," Hermione said sharply, her voice filled with bitterness. "That human girl walks around this place like she owns it. Like she belongs here!" Her voice grew louder with each word, her anger clear.

It’s a full crew: me, both my mates, Alexander, Rowen, Summer, Jared, Evanora, Edward, Jareth, Citra, Michael, Hawk, Jaiden, Meredith, Gael, Hakeem, Charlie, Isaac, and Lacy. “You ready for this?” Hermes asks. The bravado is gone. There are dark circles under his eyes—something I didn’t think gods even had. He looks… worried. That’s not a good sign. “As we’ll ever be,” Xander says. Hermes nods. “Everyone link hands. Two of you need to touch me directly.” We all form the chain. When he’s sure we’re connected, Hermes grabs Arya’s hand on one side and Jaiden’s on the other.

Hermione sang, she was wearing a beautiful black blouse with jeans. She had washed her hair and still had a faint blush on both cheeks. Her white skin gleamed like alabaster and Ruke became aware that he had not cleaned up. Hermione however ushered him out of the house, locked her door and they drove back towards the woods.

She sighs. “Can I call them here?” He nods, smiling. “Hecate, Pan? A word if you don’t mind.” She speaks lightly, but stands as they pop into the liminal space. Hecate is seven-foot, with pale almost luminous skin, large eyes that glowed a dark purple, a small delicate nose, thin lips, and shoulder length wavy black hair tied back in a ponytail today. Pan’s a Satyr, the top half of a man, and the waist down was all goat.

His anger boomed sending a shiver down to my spine once again. "She didn't do anything wrong then why are you treating her like this? And remember one more thing she is not your slave. She is a student like you. If you are going to treat her like this, you will learn your position." Harry warned like he is my mentor but I know him very well that he is not less than the heartless fellow. They both held eye stares like they are conducting the game and very adamant to defeat the opponent. If I was not trapped between these two monsters, I would have bought some popcorn and watch them fighting over.

The daughters of the high Lords, or as I liked to call them; the Courtyard Hags. “Selena.” Hermione purred, stepping out from under the archway with her usual entourage of highborn airheads. She was a perfect kid of expensive silks and fangs, and it rubbed off on me the wrong way. “Youre dressed, comfortably. How noble of you.” Hermione and I weren't friends, but I knew an insult when I heard one. “Thanks.” I let out, my smile bright. “I was going for, the financially humble, emotionally stable look. I nailed it, didn't I?”

Persephone cried. She could hear another heavy breathing and the thumping of heart as quickly as her own. In the deep silence, right in front of her eyes, a radiant face revealed itself, first the elegant narrow jaw then the proud cheekbones and the pair of shimmering eyes as black as the river Styx. Silken strands of raven hair unraveled and flowed heavily over a set of slender shoulders. Hades finally appeared from the dark as she removed the Helm of Invisibility from her head. Persephone gasped at the sight of the goddess and she quickly backed herself away in fright.

ARIA I had an odd and disturbing dream. It was nothing like my terrifying vision of Tyrion and me, but it still left my heart wildly pounding and my body tense. In my dream, I was merely an observer. I saw two little, smiling girls, and somehow I knew that it was Harriet and her sister. Harriet had her brown hair tied in a cute ponytail while her red-haired sister's hair was braided. They both wore similar dark-gray dresses with long sleeves, resembling the long robes the coven witches had. They were running through a flowery meadow. Then, they stopped to spin around among the flowers. At one moment, a butterfly sat on Harriet's finger. Harmony tried to touch it, but the butterfly flew away.

It was nothing like my Lyra. My head swam as Xio stirred. He was demanding, needing. My eyes scanned the crowd of witches, searching, until I saw her. She was standing at the back of the group, nearly hidden by a taller witch. She was small and delicate, with long, dark hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Her eyes where the color of Zircon. They immediately locked with mine, and a look of utter shock flashed across her face before she quickly looked away.