Novel & Cerita Hogwarts Legacy Ominis Gaunt

In the distance, more sections of the castle loomed—grim, imposing structures that seemed to swallow the light, towering above everything. We walked in silence for a while. I focused on the rhythm of my steps, on the chill that clung to my damp skin. Then, Luka finally spoke. “You need to be careful around Garret.” I frowned slightly, glancing up at him. His expression was unreadable, but his voice was low, serious. I hesitated. “Why?” Luka exhaled through his nose. “He’s the Overseer of the Omegas. He controls everything—where you work, what you eat, who gets punished.” His jaw tensed. “And he abuses that power in every way possible.”

I snapped, giving the skinhead that stood at the entrance to the cell a sideline glance, not bothering to cover the long phallus tower of my cock when his eyes strayed to my groin. “Y-Your Majesty, It’s Gobar...he’s uh...here to see you,” Hagrid gritted, and something in his tone made me turn to stare him in the eye, hissing when he maintained eye contact before he snapped his gaze away. Gobar. The dark Shadowling Mage that had pledged his allegiance to me what felt like centuries ago. He had seen something in the Burning City...Something he thought he could use, binding me by oath to give it to him when he had worked long enough.

Lucian snarled. "You speak of property, Lucian, because you don't understand legacy," Aurelius said, his gaze never leaving Phineas. "The scent of my lineage is unmistakable once it wakes. I’ve spent twenty years tracking a ghost. I didn't expect to find him draped in the silk of a mid level predator." "What the hell are you talking about?" Phineas found his voice. It was raw. Aurelius’s lips curved into a faint, tragic smile. "The eyes, Phineas. You have the eyes of your grandfather. The man who built the very foundations this world sits upon. The man whose cradle you were stolen from."

Those eyes of hers grow lifeless, Garth is too late to act. The goblin stands up and lucky for Garth, the dead body and the way it is hand conceals his visage for now. A green hand is pressed on the dead body's lower stomach. A firm open palm first before switching to the back of his hand. “Cunt died on me.” He says under his breath. He grabs a piece of paper from the back deck of his cell room and then begins to read it. It’s a log of all their kidnaps and the ones that are ready and prepped for selling. While he walks over to the dead dwarf, he reads these logs unnoticing the large man. Through the paper, he feels a large hand on his face, propelled outward and gripping his visage. Garth’s

Ginny shrinks back at the stranger, “It’s okay Ginny, he is with me. He’s a good one I promise.” “A few weeks ago, maybe more. I don’t know some of them.” She shakes her head, sniffling up the snot from her nose. “But I know some of Garrison's men were with the grey ones.” “The grey ones?” Mike questions. Ginny nods, “They had strange colored skin,” She tells us. “Like Twenty-Nine,” I tell Mike over my shoulder. This only confirms that Shadow was behind it. But Garrison’s men were with them too. Garrison was the Underground lord who controlled the drug scene. The same man who operated out the building we were breaking into tomorrow.

With a derisive tone, Sir mockingly uttered, "Oh, my dear omega, how I have yearned for your arrival." “Pack, check the area and make sure no one is coming while looking for an area to hide out for the night,” Sir commands. “Look at your beautiful wolf, she is precisely the color I thought she would be,” He says with an evil grin. “Too bad I couldn't bring her out the first time we were together because we wouldn't be in this situation that we are in now,” he scowls. “I got through to grandma. She is going to let everyone know, and they are coming for us,” Aneira says.

Thankfully the clothes fit a little better, I had been holding up that skirt, afraid I would give them a show. I went to test the doorknob, unlocked. Well what the hell, why not? I went out down the hall and down the stairs. I heard voices and followed them into a massive library. They all stopped talking once they saw me, and Hashem turned to face me. “How nice of you to finally join us sleepyhead. May I introduce you to my uncle, Maziar. His English, isn’t the best, so I will assist you.” Maziar was quite obviously some type of military official.

“A woman who has chosen hiding rather than family, you came to play the good guy?” “No.” I tilted my head. “I came to warn you.” His wolf bristled. “About what?” “You’re playing a cold game,” I whispered, stopping his wolf with a flick of my finger. “And you’re losing. You are just failing to see it.” The silence that followed was thick, suffocating even for them. Lorenzo’s voice dropped, dangerous. “To who?” “Xavier Blackthorn.” I locked eyes with him. “And Valerie. The Luna you’re underestimating more than anyone. The weak pawn that you think you can play.”

Then she whispered, “And how do we recognize this child?” Sabina looked up slowly. “The witch’s apprentice — a woman named Menar — said she was there when the child was born. She claimed the girl bears a mark… a leaf symbol at her waistline.” At that, Mina froze. Something dark flickered in her eyes. “A leaf…” she murmured. “Nature’s healer’s mark.” Her lips curved into a cold smile, almost amused by fate’s cruelty. “Good,” she whispered. “Now we have something to look for.”

However, what followed next could only be described as a scene pulled out from a horror movie as Nathan's bones suddenly started to pop and crack as dark hair sprouted from every single area on his body, little by little shifting and rearranging until a large and completely black beast stood in his stead. ________________________