Hogsmeade Village Novels & Stories

"We'll discuss the roads later. Show us the stores.” Dessel nodded. "Of course, Your Grace. This way.” The village sat low against the hillside, its roofs buried in snow nearly to the eaves. A blacksmith worked at an open forge, his hammer ringing through the cold. Two children dragged a sledge of water buckets between them without looking up as we passed. Smoke rose from most of the chimneys, but from one house near the well, it barely rose at all. I slowed. "Duchess?” "That fire's almost out."

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 10:20 PM A blue magic circle with a raven on its center appeared in the front of the main entrance of Hogwarts' castle and Erik materialized from it. The blue light faded and Erik walked inside the castle, the closed entrance doors opening automatically for him to enter. Erik walked through the empty great hall and searched through the wards for his wives. Finding them inside the library, he walked to it.

The village was quiet, and the person guarding the entrance of the village was dozing off, so she successfully sprinkled the powder into the well. By the next morning, the people in the village woke up and drank water. An hour later, they would have an attack. After leaving Butteriron Village, Zoey arrived at Blackmere Village. To her surprise, Blackmere Village was brightly lit, seemingly filled with a joyful atmosphere. She hid behind the tree, observing the situation inside. There was singing and dancing inside, as if celebrating some kind of ceremony. Zoey suddenly had a bad guess in her mind. Are you suggesting that we held a wedding?

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' Gosh, I don't even know where I'm going ' **** * ** It was early in the morning, after two days and nights of walking, the mages and knights finally reached the center village. The gate of the village was opened and several of people were gathered to welcome the Mages and Knights that had went for the beast hunt. When they entered the village, Melody and the twins were amazed by the beauty of the place. They shouldn't have called the place a village, because it was belittling the beauty of the place. The place was suppose to be called a Kingdom, maybe The centre Kingdom.

They had to be fast as Leila was in coma for three dragon days now, her life was depending on it. The village was encased by a deep, lush forest. Stone chimneys were billowing out smoldering smoke. The holdfasts were neatly arranged in circles, the roads lined with polished curbs. Jabbering crowds began their shocked gasps and screams, brought on by the incoming irresistible squad. The knights came to a sudden stop as their horses neighed and stamped on the ground. It was a stately stone house. Thorn felt something was off. Hugo and James stormed in.

About two hours of staying in the air , we finally entered the northern territory. The territory of Crescent Pack's werewolves and my hometown. "Where should I land?" Drystan asked through mindlink. "On the castle of Crescent. It's white marble castle embedded with statues of wolves including other creatures carved in gold.'' I looked forward to the magic tower. One of its kind especially was used for casting magic spells and making potions. As we crossed the magic tower the atmosphere started getting foggy. The smell of burning corpses and houses sneaked inside my nostrils.

Thereafter, I could see, animals, clouds, a few houses, views pointing to the seaside, and a lot more. More than two hours later, as I could guess, I felt my carriage made a slower phase of movements. I peeped in its window again and saw a wide, tall, and marvelous type of village gate, elegantly landscaped front view with an arc-like design on top of its golden gate with the signage of the Village name and a monument of a big golden Wolf. It is a big village patterned after a modern cattle ranch and farm place but with all the luxurious amenities in the world. The place is well protected; the whole place has been surrounded by guards in uniform with guns in their holsters. We then passed th

“Ok off with you all.” The kids run off. “Bye, Raven.” “They’re cute.” I smile. “They’re troublemakers. You’ll find out quick.” She laughs. We head up the hill the village sits on. The adults on the hill stare at us as we walk up to the village. We enter the village that is nestled in the tree line of the clearing. It’s dark wood houses are all one maybe two rooms at best. Some have small makeshift fences around them. There’s people washing, cooking, repairing…. doing various jobs all around the main road into the village center.

Yes, we still farm and hunt to get us through the winters, but the road leading into Silverhide is now paved, connecting us to the other packs that settled in the Deadlands from the Roguelands, Crescent Falls, and beyond. We reach the house tucked in the outskirts of the village, and the girls jump off my back, racing up the steps. I shift back to my human form just in time to hear Lexa exclaim that she got a squirrel and walk through the front door to her jumping up and down, holding it up for Ryan to see.