Hogwarts Houses Characteristics Novels & Stories

“Can you help me find out what happened?” Ava didn’t quite know what she’d expected from the inside of a witch’s house, but Marnie’s home both met any of her preconceived expectations and blew them out of the water. The home had all of the charm that came naturally to a centuries-old Victorian plus all of the eccentricity that stemmed from housing generations of magic users within its walls. Dried flowers and herbs hung at the threshold of each doorway, filling each room with a gentle natural scent that reminded Ava of early fall days sprinting through forest foliage. The house was neat and filled with furniture that was a mix of modern comfort and vintage, handcrafted elegance.

Witches' children were born with a stamp on their souls, their identity was based on the House their souls had the stamp of. There were different Houses of Witches depending on their energies, abilities and endurance. No House was superior or inferior to the other. Only The House of Untouchables was an exception. The House of Untouchables was superior to every other House. All the Crones that were born to lead belonged to the House of Untouchables. While the House of Untold consisted of Oracles that continuously battled with madness and they were bound by a curse to never be able to give birth to a child because of the unpardonable sin an Oracle had committed in the past.

A grin slipped onto his face and he continued, “Welcome to your own little Hogwarts!” Twisting the knob, Nate entered and Eira followed. After hearing the word ‘Hogwarts’ she had built up high expectations. The room wasn’t grand or beautiful. Truthfully, it was dull. First she took in were the shelves with several thick books that looked torn at the edges. There were a few wooden tables with differently shaped candles and pentagrams drawn over them. The walls were lined with crafts and charts that attracted her attention. Most of them were hangings that showed the phases of the moon. There was something written below each picture but it was a foreign language that she couldn’t understand. Sh

The only word that came to my mind after entering that house. The torches and chandeliers lit on their own as soon as we were teleported into the living room. Zahir’s knowledge of magic was so deep and vast that it was scary to see how much he could do with the meagre amount of mana he had. Spells, curses and magic circles were the supplements used by sorcizens who were born with less mana. Such sorcizens weren’t good at attack or fighting fronts, but they did exceptionally well at defence. I tried reading the memories of the house, but couldn’t because of the powerful spells and curses used.

Markéta has the most advance defense against supernaturals, particularly vampires and demons. It’s because the headmistress of the school was a high-ranking member of House of Hecate. That’s why a magical barrier surrounded the entire school. For some reason, humans trusted witches and wizards more than other supernatural beings. Maybe because, aside from being immortal and having magical powers, they looked a lot like humans. It also helped that humans weren’t part of their diet.

The love that this family of four shared was beyond compare. A lot of people mocked Anthony Vischer for marrying only one woman when he could have as many as possible. At a time when wizards were utterly lazy, promiscuous and arrogant, there were a few who did not follow the trend. This included Anthony Vischer, Maguire Vane, Arturio Slanvinsky and some other patriarchs of the pure-blooded families. Everything about a wizard is intensified, and by implication, if a wizard is powerful, he is usually very powerful. If he is weak, he is a spineless individual with no hope of redemption.

“This rule never applied to royal blood. But later, this rule got changed when the number of girls in the coven increased compared to boys. If you’re talking about Caroline, then she is not a witch by birth. She got a second chance by magic, and the part that she gave birth to a girl is pure coincidence.” “Oh!!” “There are three types of witches or wizards. Royal, born from parents who both are witches or wizards, Half-blood, when one of the parents is witches or wizards; and the last one is Muggle, when both the parents aren’t witches or wizards, but they are somehow related witches or wizards, or their ancestors are related to them.” “So, the strongest among them is Royal?” Liara asked out

I mutter. No one disagrees. Mostly because no one’s around. Thank God. Unfortunately, being alone means my brain immediately decides to torture me instead. Specifically with the words of Headmaster Ravenwood. You will choose a house by the end of the day. Right. Because apparently being kidnapped into a supernatural academy wasn’t enough trauma for one day. Now I also had to decide where I belonged. Witch house. Vampire house. Fae house. Werewolf house. Each ruled by one of the Sovereigns. The terrifyingly beautiful group of supernatural royalty everyone here seems clinically obsessed with. Seriously. The rumors I’ve overheard today are insane.

A colossal dome arched overhead, painted with celestial sigils that shifted with every breath, depicting the four ancient Houses that ruled Aetherborn. At the center of the hall stood the Sanctum of Mirrors a vast, glowing circle of crystal platforms arranged like petals. Each one shimmered in a different hue, representing a Castle: Noctis, in black and red flame. Lupaxis, in molten gold and deep earth tones. Wyverndale, in blue and silver stormlight. Tenebrae, in lilac and dark velvet hues. The first years, still buzzing with nerves and awe, were gathered in the center ring. They stood on the pale, neutral crystal where no colors yet burned, unclaimed.

Brooke wrapped her arms around him, then she kissed him thoroughly on the lips. “Witch,” Clara muttered. “What was that?” I asked her. “I thought we agreed on not talking about exes and witches.” I didn't care about the boy. I wanted to know about Brooke, but why she hated Ivy, and Clara didn't seem interested in discussing her either. We had a quick meal at the cafeteria, and I got to meet more of Ivy’s friends, each in different houses, except Ferales. The only friends she had in the same house as her were Ruby and Clara. I believed those were her closest friends, too. There were five houses in the Academy representing the five known bloodlines, and House Ferales was the most notorious, as