Hogsmeade Village Novels & Stories

Now, I have found out he’s alive in a village I’ve never even heard of. Lazlo brushes his hand against mine as he passes me the last of the packs. Together, we lead the horses toward the narrow path that winds downhill through the trees. The village waits beyond the next ridge, smaller than I imagined, just a handful of cottages pressed into the hillside, smoke rising from stone chimneys, the scent of baking bread and damp wool thick in the air. Children chase each other barefoot through the grass. A pony whinies once, sauntering off to follow a stray goat into a makeshift barn.

grey first, then pink, then the flat ordinary light of early morning that made everything look temporary. Four hours east. Nobody spoke during the journey until they got there. *** The village was called Merrath. Smaller than Aldenmere. Older. The kind of place that had stopped trying to be anything other than what it was a long time ago and had found a specific peace in that. One main street. Stone buildings. A bakery with its lights already on. A post office that looked like it opened twice a week if the weather was good. And at the far end....a bookshop.

"Mom gave me a pouch of spices yesterday and told me to let it burn as I slept." Rebecca's expression shifted at this, then she broke into a wide grin. "Everly, those spices are the good stuff. You must do as Mom says, okay?" I felt the hair on my arms rise at the sight of her odd, cryptic grin. There were plenty of rabbit-women in our settlement, but not many of them could grow bloodstones. Word had it that most of the bloodstones were swallowed up by the rabbit-women themselves on the day they were delivered.

We have to hid Where? The burned cottage and its overgrown garden stood hard beside the banks of the Trident. There were a few willows growing along the river's edge and reed beds in the muddy shallows beyond, but most of the ground hereabouts was painfully open. I knew we should never have left the woods, she thought. They'd been so hungry, though, and the garden had been too much a temptation. The bread and cheese they had stolen from Harrenhal had given out six days ago, back in the thick of the woods. "Take Gendry and the horses behind the cottage," she decided. There was part of one wall still standing, big enough, maybe, to conceal two boys and three horses. If the horses don't whinny,

I wish I could go closer cause what I could see it has amazing detail itself, down at the bottom of it were stairs like hills, and at the bottom of the stairs was a village. The houses were more modern than you think, they were of all painted differently some were yellow some were red, the design of each house was different, but you could tell what it was, candy was all over one of them with chocolate soldiers in the front guarding. With enormous peppermints and gumdrops on top. Then there was what looked like a gardening shop that had vines and plants of all sort, once right next to it had fog coming out with if you looked close enough cats were roaming around as well. On the front it had a

I asked again, there was something she was holding back on and i could see it. “Sage-” “Why are you the only one that can see me, why were you the first person that saw?” I asked but she moved rose to her feet and brushed the snow off her pants. “Where are you going?” I asked but she stayed mute and walked ahead, i followed and stayed closely behind. I watched the other houses and then i saw them, wolves and then people. They moved side by side with each other and talked. I noticed the kids sat on the backs of the wolves and they were all happy. Sage kept on moving forward, she paid no attention to the people and when we reached the gates everything turned black. When we returned back to th

It was like she was in hell, and she would not stop screaming until someone came to save her. ■■■■ Saintmau is a village of dead Vargulf werewolves. Saintmau is a village near Nagosia Forest. This village has been built in a small valley between two huge mountains with no roads. It was established by an old man named Yashiro Sakonji, who found a small lake in his backyard and began to grow medicinal herbs on it. He became known as Sakonji the Herb Master. His friends used to say that he was a sage who was a little like Gandalf in wizarding movies.

Rameric's POV: What in the name of all the things that have gone wrong, is going on here?! When we arrived at this small village called the Village of Sorghum, the last thing I was anticipating was anyone needing my help. It was supposed to be a peaceful and quiet village where they grew and sold sugarcane that was used around our nation. The last thing I expected was to find several pillars of smoke rising from buildings located within the central area of the village.

Hera pictured him effortlessly charming in that outfit, but the thought made her stop laughing as she caught his vibe. He switched topics, keeping her engaged with tips on riding until they reached the village's edge. Hera was in awe of the view. The village looked like something straight out of a storybook, with thatched roofs atop simple structures dotting the landscape. Smoke from cooking fires wafted up from pits both inside and outside the homes. Kids played freely alongside dogs and the occasional chicken. As they got closer, people paused to watch them, greeting them with waves and the occasional bow. Hera spotted a few mules tied up or hitched to carts and asked, “Where are all the h