Hogwarts Feast Novels & Stories

* Derek was moving from one point of the house to the other, wondering what he was going to tell the king and thinking of the best possible way to approach him during the feast, when hmthe door suddenly swung open and Harry walked in, his face mixed with releif and gloominess. "What is it?" Derek asked moving closer to him as soon as Harry had entered the house and shit the door. "Please sit, there's something I need to tell you." Harry stated calmly. Derek obeyed, but one of he's eye brows was raised in suspicion. "The feast of the common people have been posponed" Derek stood up fanatically. " Postponed? What do you mean by that? Until when?" " I'd rather not say.." Harry replied.

The maid quickly muttered her thanks and scurried off, leaving me standing in the entryway, watching the house staff dart back and forth like ants preparing for some monumental task. The sight of them moving with such urgency, reminded me of what tonight was — the Half Moon Feast. I felt my chest tighten, my breath hitching for a moment as the realization fully sank in. The feast was a cherished tradition, one that celebrated the bonds of love and commitment within the pack. It was meant to strengthen emotional ties, not just between mates, but among the pack members as a whole.

My ass was still sore despite the cushy bar stool I now sat on, and I was almost certain I now had a bruise in the shape of Draco’s mouth. I made a face, then turned to the feast spread out before me. The mansion did a hell of a job conjuring up every fruit known to man, both mortal and immortal, along with a side of yogurts, nuts, and other various toppings. Not trusting the strange food cultivated in the godly realm, I stuck to the basics and plopped a perfectly ripened strawberry into my mouth. A moan slid past my lips, which I muffled with a cough. I wanted to devour everything in this kitchen. Including the god sitting just a few feet away, my inner hoe whispered.

She waited until his stumbling footsteps had subsided and the heavy door had clicked shut, enclosing her in her deepest secret. She unfolded the parchment, her fingers shaking. It wasn't a secret message from her father's past or a coded symbol. Rather, it was a painstakingly detailed map of the estate, with chilling accuracy highlighting its many paths and secret passages. And there was a single, stark X on the map, right in the middle of the main dining hall. Two words, written in a precise, almost clinical hand, appeared beneath the X: "The Feast. Midnight." The feast. Aurora's lavish dinner party is a yearly custom designed to demonstrate her

The hunger, the need to satisfy the monster inside of me is evident, I can feel it and it's taking a toll on me, almost like she's fighting with me. "Aurora," I breathe out her name. "Please stop." I beg her. "I can't help it. I need to feed." "Not now, please not now." The Rosemont sisters aren't here and they are the only people who can help me with Aurora's hunger. "They are not the only ones who can help you." "What do you mean?" I ask but before she can clarify the door knob starts to rattle. The sound startles me and I break contact with Aurora and turn my attention to door. I know who's the other side of that door and the possibility that he might come in, makes me way more anxious th

Rejected. "He will be quiet, do not mind him." the wizard said. "Just keep on reading your book." Taegen just cleared his throat and took a sip of the tea. Ruvyn looked at Jimmy and smiled. "Eat," he whispered. Jimmy nodded shyly as he looked at the Wizard's shiny purple eyes that had the power to make you feel happy during a moment. He lifted his head to see what was on the table. "Woah," he mumbled quietly to himself when he saw all the different dishes prepared only for breakfast. The table was filled with colours and luxurious pastry; Caramel apple cinnamon rolls, stuffed toasts, cranberry orange pancakes...

I stepped back and turned to greet them, forcing my face into one of strength, of triumph. They needed to see reassurance. They needed to see potential. But I looked to my new Luna, and she was no longer looking at me. She was looking at the crowd. Smiling, yes—but not at me. Not with me. ⸻ The feast began at the end of sunset. Tables were groaning under roasted game, honey-glazed roots, blood-orange wine, baked tarts, and flame-roasted lamb. Servants flitted across the hall, filling goblets and beaming nervously. Music issued from the raised platform on the east end of

came Gabriel, who happened to be writing something. Jake sat next to Matt with Gabriel on the other side as Mrs. Fenway, the music and drama teacher walked in and ordered all students to be quiet. "Now, today we're going to venture into the world of fantasy..." "What is this, Hogwarts?" joked Cole from the middle row as a low clatter of laughter followed. "I'm sure everyone in this hall has come across the word, Dracula," Mrs. Fenway went on. Great, more Halloween nonsense! Jake found himself saying in his head.

She tried to ignore them and carried on with her bath as Viola constantly reminded her of the time from outside. They reached the dining hall an hour later and it was already filled with people. The girls occupied the seats in the exact middle of the long table while Anya sat opposite to them as there was no empty seat in their line. She was reminded of the tables in harry potter everytime she ate there as the table was always filled with many varieties of food and the only difference from Harry Potter was that the food didn't magically appear but was brought in by the servants who never failed to replace the cloches with full ones.

Feast of Angels,witches,werewolves and vampires. The vampires’ feast was the most dangerous amongst all.People were not allowed to walk outside during the day and during the night.Edmond and his family were the ones in charge of organizing the feast this year from what I heard. I heard him and Blaise did a lot of crazy fiestas before. I'm not even surprised because these boys are really the crazy type of guys who would mix all sorts of alcoholic drinks to get themselves drunk. I still loved Blaise like that even if sometimes he hit on my nerves. By the way Belle I wanted to tell you something if at all you would listen to me. I said sarcastically. Oh I’m sorry Mimi, just keep talking and I'm