Hogwarts Legacy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Talk about snobbery. Delilah suggested she come out with us tonight and observe what was happening and possibly even help. Before that, she wanted to look at the books we got from the library. I was happy to do that and showed her the portraits in the books. "You do look like them," she said. "It's uncanny. I am totally convinced that you are directly descended from the last royal." We ate lunch together and waited for the other two guests to arrive. Both of them were witches, and I had met one before. The other one was her mate. He explained that men were often called warlocks but were still witches.

Draco need not be told before knowing there was something buried in all this. He remembered how his parents were arguing about some prophecy back in the day. It seems now was the time for them to spill everything to him and also it felt like Elsie knew a lot more than all of them. "The answers are all there," he said, staring back at the fort. With mind control, he created an ice portal and got in. ________ Unknown Place: Meanwhile elsewhere deep down in the woods almost to the end of the world.

she hummed, a swirl of a dark cloud dancing around her fingertips. Legion remained stoic, steady eyes searching hers with the utmost displeasure. A foot apart from the witch seemed to be drowning his senses in the foul stench by which dark magic left. Something that displeased both him and Xeric. "If I did desire a play of magic into certain things, I would certainly not be foolish enough to opt for the darkest of its kind," Legion gritted, lifting his gaze from the witch. His eyes darted to the closed door, "Not while you hold a prisoner behind this very door."

“After the war, Seth needed a Gamma that knew how to fight and his had died in the war, so he forced me to take the position. I didn’t want to work with this monster, but he had made up his mind. So, he kidnapped Louise, my mate, and put her in prison. Every time he wanted me to do something, he would bring me down to see her, and he would torture her until I broke and would do everything he asked. I felt her pain, her desperation, I would do anything to make it stop.” The tears that had welled were now streaming down his face. Lucas felt himself getting angry, and suddenly understood his grandfather much better. “And now, he wants you to take over. Please, Lucas. I can’t endure one more of

Today is picture day. “AARGH” I moan as I roll over to my side and place a pillow over my head. Maybe he'll go away if I stop listening. After a few minutes, I start to fall asleep again only to be woken by the sound of a key rattling in my lock. At first, I thought I might be dreaming, but then I remembered that all Legacies have a skeleton key. "Hey!" I shout. "Isn't there some kind of rule about this!"

Andros’s hand jerked, small and ugly, like something electric had bitten it. “Legacy is just a costume,” he spit. “It fits until the next man grows taller.” “Then take it off,” I said. “We’ll sew you something more appropriate. A shroud has very forgiving lines.” He turned on me like a knife waking up. “Shut up, you. Do you know what you are?” he said softly. “You’re a chapter. He thinks you’re a spine. He is a bloody fool.” “Nope,” Elky said before I could, and it landed like a vow. “She’s the author of our next bestseller.”

Oh, how I wish I could tell her about my condition and assure her that she had nothing to fear, but knowing how she overthinks, she was going to think I was with her because of my condition and come up with the worst possible scenarios. “I will never leave you, kitten. You would always be mine and I yours; they could wrestle me for you with all their power and weapons, but I will fight with all my might to have you. I will battle for immortality for you, even if it's death that dares to take you away from me.”

Can you forgive me just once more? [Stop testing me, Beatrix. I promise I’ll marry you. Is that enough?]

You will be plagued by the bloodline's curse. Diego's chest tightens at the sad truth of what she said. The past he has tried to avoid is catching up with him. Because his legacy, his bloodline, has been soiled by betrayal, Lucia and Valentina are determined to bring him to his knees. The renegade Alpha Carlos Varela then emerges with a threatening smile as a mysterious voice pierces the environment. In an authoritative and determined manner, Carlos says, "Now, I'll take the children." "And I'll be carrying your legacy with me when I do."

The pages shimmered, inscriptions revealing themselves in elegant, terrifying patterns. As I read, my heart sank. Draco’s origin, his roots in an orphaned village where witches had been burned alive, revealed a story of vengeance and darkness. He had a sister, also killed, leaving him a vengeful soul from a young age. The more I read, the heavier the air became, my chest tightening with the weight of the knowledge.