Novel & Cerita Hogwarts Legacy Fanfiction

Or worse, what if they're that crazy to throw me in a pool of piranhas or alligators? Maybe I was losing my mind. Nobody could blame me anyway. I had reasons to go coo-coo anyway. My mom died when I was young, daddy was never nice, loan sharks were after me, and I was left with no choice but to stay at this Hogwarts copycat. Not to mention the lady whom Uncle George called the head mistress looked like that lady who can shift into a cat. I'd never seen the movie, just a few clips Jessy was so obsessed about. Well I wished there would be a real-life Malfoy in this place. That would be awesome. I took in some air while trying to wash away the eerie feeling that's enveloping me before I forced

“You know it’s not that simple, not to mention this legacy my mother’s always going on about.” “What’s the point of being king of Lycans and werewolves if you can’t do what’s best for us?” Frost countered, his tone turning serious. “Tell me, what’s more important: that legacy or your happiness?” Frost eased up on the teasing, speaking more earnestly. He and Andriel were one; if Andriel’s human side perished, Frost would too, and that was something he wasn’t willing to let happen.

"If we can get them to help us, to work with us to stop the Witches, then I think we'll have a better chance of accomplishing our goal." "Yeah," I said, not even giving it a second thought. Glancing at Hunter, he nodded before I continued. "We can do that." "I think after seeing the portal last night, they may be willing to talk with us again." Hunter shifted closer to me, taking my hand in his again. That felt right. The image of my dad in that greenhouse was going to haunt me for the rest of my life, and as painful as it was, I knew that I was doing the right thing. That I was now fighting on the right side of this war.

She resolved to move in faster before she could become a victim of Martha’s vengeful actions. She sat watching the report and scheming how best she could make her join her darling husband Mark at the Nkana East Cemetery. The widow’s days were short and strictly numbered. The option of firing her was stopping halfway, she needed to crush the lady completely and the quicker she was forgotten the better. It could have been better if she did not join her company, maybe she was going to live longer. Instead, she placed herself in the line of fire and brought herself to the slaughterhouse. Her sons were the spirits that needed total annihilation, no amber of light was to be left alight. They may g

He shouted. The lady shivered excessively. Fear of life moistened her eyes again but anyhow she picked herself up, ran a shaky hand across her face to wipe the sheet of sweat, and whispered, "F-forgive me, Mr. Dursley, I wanted to make your plan work b-but lies would have taken us all to hell built under the ground by the alpha in the face of advanced dungeons." "This wh*re will die today." Ginny caught on his arm and controlled him before he ventured further.

Rachel worriedly replied. "Darling ! And they lived happily ever after… Well, it doesn’t always happen in the same castle though. Sometimes Rapunzel decides to join the hair salon 600 miles from the prince’s abode," Leo said in his usual humorous beaming persona. "My marriage proposal of four years back still stands true to me. I want to take our love story from friendship to commitment," he sweetly proposed. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife ?"

he muttered looking away from her. “There is something really shady about you, I can't pinpoint it. I can't even get your scent. I knew I scented you that day I saw you but I can't scent anything now” she said advancing forward, staring him dead in the eyes, probing him. “And you were sneaking out of school and I can't scent yours too, we are even” he muttered. “Lyra!” Davies, her Dad called pulling her back from memory lane. “Are you good?”

“Yet no one here mentions why a heavily pregnant Luna would brand her own mate.” "Enough," Theon growled. “Your niece mutilated a Prince.” Elara stepped forward, calm but fierce. “My daughter is carrying that Prince’s child.” Ivora’s nostrils flared. “And that unborn pup is the only reason her head isn’t on a spike.” A long silence followed. Cedric took a breath. “You want us to denounce her. Disown her. Shame her publicly to preserve your legacy.” He looked up at the King. "But ask yourselves—who broke the mate bond first? The wolf who defended herself… or the Prince who thought betrayal had no consequence?”

he asserted with assurance. "Hmm," Talia pondered for a bit. Then she looked at the man right in the eyes. "You will not remember this conversation." Saying that, she turned and began leaving the library with Ighor. The man shook his head after she walked a few paces away, then he furrowed his brow. He shrugged and went about his duties. "What was that about, Mistress?" Ighor asked. "Let's just say things just got a lot more interesting."

Gabrielle stood silently, shyly playing with her fingers and just wishing she could disappear. Finally, Headmaster Hawthorn held up a hand. "Miss Depora, please. Miss Parks, is this something you want also?" He looked at her, his expression unreadable. "Are you comfortable with a recount?" The question hung in the air. Comfortable? No. Humiliated and undermined, definitely. Gabrielle glanced at Evelyn, then she swallowed hard, she nodded while looking at the floor, not wanting to look at the faces of all the people looking down on her humble background. "It is fine with me, Sir. I am fine with a recount," she answered, her voice barely above a whisper.