Hestia Harry Potter Novels & Stories

She said. "Whatever it is, I am ready." James walked to his drawer and brought out a spell book and a wand. "You don't really need your spell book." Zephyra said. "It is just a small spell." James wasn't disappointed. He needed someone of royal blood to permit him to cast a spell. He needed it desperately. "I want you to help me make some fushes appear so my father thinks that I caught them." "But wouldn't that be wrong?" "Will you cast the spell or not?" Zephyra made that sound as respectfully as she could.

Torches burned in iron brackets on the walls, casting dancing shadows that made everything look like a nightmare. And everywhere I looked, there were eyes. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Glowing in the darkness between the pillars. Watching me. "Ah, the half-blood awakens." A voice echoed from somewhere above. I looked up and saw a balcony circling the room. On it stood a woman with silver hair and skin so pale she looked like she had been carved from ice. She was beautiful in the way a frozen lake was beautiful—stunning, but capable of killing you if you stepped wrong.

At the far end, on a dais of black granite, sat the northern heir. She was younger than Eolan had imagined—perhaps his own age—but there was nothing unformed about her. Her hair was a deep, burnished copper, bound at the nape with a clasp shaped like a wolf’s head. Her cloak was white fur, the kind that marked high status, but beneath it she wore plain, close-fitting leather armor. Her eyes were pale, ice-blue, and when they fixed on him, it felt like the air had thinned. The hall quieted as he approached. The heir remained seated, chin resting on one hand.

Her gentle voice was patronising and like obedient children each parties withdrew their hostile stance and never spoke another word pleasing this beautiful woman. And when her searching eyes fall on me, my lips part in a gasp shamelessly drinking in her sharp features. Her hair!! Her hair was of fire, like a waterfall of flames tumbling down to reach her waist with a simple metallic brooch pulling it away from a face of refined composture, her nose slender and long, lips a shade darker than her skin of caramel and emerald eyes with hints of sapphire peeking through lashes in an alluring curve. "I am Hestia." She smiles with plump cheeks like the petals of camellia flowers.

” I said in a nonchalant attitude. "You mean the alpha's meeting. No offense but what will you be doing there. “he said and I could read the curiosity in his eyes. "I am an alpha so I will be part of the meeting, this is my first time attending the meeting.” I said the truth. "Wow, you are a female alpha that's so cool. Wait a minute are you Alpha Black the only female Alpha ever known , the one who killed thousands of rogues using magic at the age of twelve."

I asked Sheena so I can prepare to face that moron again. "Exactly after an hour" "Alright then, just tell me what to do" I don't even know where to go or what's the meeting all about. "Mr. Laurier will come before the meeting to guide you," Sheena said and left. Oh great! Why everything's happening against my will? I'm currently fixing myself when someone knocked on my door. "Come in," I said while putting some powder on my face "I thought I still have an hour to prepare?" I asked Zach with coldness on my face. I need to show this man that I am not affected. I need to show him that I already forgot everything, about how is us before.

“I haven’t seen your new mahogany steed, Mistress?” “It’s before the fence. I won’t let another near the precipice— or it would gallop off again to the bottom of the steep slope.” The witch replied, clapping to get rid of moist dirt. She sniffed, especially when she is suspicious about her goat-head servant. “There are plenty of horsetails— Those are two, three, and fourth, Madame! Are we going to have chicken stew again, Mistress?” Siegfried was irreproachable. It was just that it had not planned to disappoint a pleasant afternoon.

“And let us see if there was a mistake that happened earlier.” “Why would I follow your order?” “I said,” Zarion's husky and steel voice echoed in the room, “call your fiancee and tell her to get her ass. Right. Now.” Alpha Brandon’s head turned upwards and I saw how his jaw clenched. Silence reverberated in the temple for as long as I can remember. I believe he was now calling her fiancee—or let me change that term—he was mind-linking Hestia to come here to the magnificent Moon Goddess’ Temple. It didn’t take any more time because a fairy-looking woman was sauntering towards our front; her glistening skin was as white as Snow White, complimenting the vibrant bloody red dress she was wearing

Marcus hadn't gone to the pack house office to handle business? Looking at the full table of lavish breakfast foods, I thought I must be dreaming. "Sage, I've been neglecting you before. We've been trying for a pup for years, and now that we finally have one, it's a gift from the Moon Goddess. I know it's been hard on you." He pulled a healing stone ring from his pocket, looking at me lovingly as he offered it. "Please believe me. I'll always be by your side." I didn't reach out to take it. This scene hadn't happened in so many years that it felt foreign.

In three days, Damien would know the truth. Part of me was terrified. What if seeing him again hurt? What if I wasn't as over him as I thought? But another part of me, the stronger part, couldn't wait. Because I wasn't the invisible woman anymore. I was Elena Sterling. CEO. Heiress. And I was about to remind everyone exactly what that meant. My phone buzzed with a message from Adrian. Adrian: Final guest list approved. The Blackwells are seated front and center. They'll have the best view of your announcement.