Hogwarts Legacy Ominis Gaunt Novels & Stories

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.”

Looking closely, Lucian could see thousands of microscopic, hair-like silver filaments radiating outward from the crystal, anchoring themselves deep into the glass floorboards, pumping the stolen life-force of the Western Glen upward to feed the immortality of the Elders. The indigo runes on Lucian’s chestpiece were humming so violently they were practically screaming, the protective magic completely saturated by the proximity to the source. He adjusted his grip on his heavy broadsword, the cold reality of the modern comparison hardening his resolve into iron as his silver eyes locked onto the floating crystal. "There it is," Orion whispered, his voice trembling as he stepped into the vault,

Whatever it is that is taking hold of the rogues' heads and slitting their throats like that is Dominus,' mum explained. 'What?' Lucia and I said together at once. 'Yes. I can assure you that it is Dominus' signature written all over that type of slitting,' mum said emphatically. 'But why can't we see him?' I asked as Lucia was too surprised to say anything. Mum looked thoughtful for a while before answering. 'Didn't Grandma Gina say that you all would have gifts peculiar to you?. Look at Lance, I have never seen anyone fight the way he is fighting right now and with that type of speed. So I guess Dominus might be our invisible slayer.'

My gauntlet held the power to resurrect not only the living but also the inanimate. As the four powerful adversaries advanced toward us, I channeled the gauntlet's energy to forge a formidable dominus. I assembled colossal stone fragments hidden beneath the earth, molding the dominus with my thoughts. The ground quaked as Mors once again emerged. In a matter of moments, the dominus stood prepared. Drawing on the surge of adrenaline within me, I readied myself to spring into action. "Take down the long-range rifle user first! Sir Borracho, pull him closer with your hook!" I commanded as I strode forward to confront our adversaries.

The alpha might be able to smell it still anyways, but fuck it. The robe he’s wearing is another old robe from Tundra’s Pack Luna. Just like the white grieving robe he wore before, this one also fits him perfectly, as if tailored to his size. It’s smooth and soft, cozy and comfortable. It smells like it had been in store for long. Just like the first time, the palace tailor—Omega Shaun, looked at him with critical eyes. The Elder Omega regarded him with something unreadable in his gaze, making Gavin squirm under it. But he was really nice.

Back to the garden, he looked away from the camera, shaking his head slowly yet again. “The guts!” He breathed deep and faced the camera one more time. “I realized I couldn’t let her face all that alone. Because it was all on me. So while Fran Garner looked for a medium, I tried to locate the sensitive that had helped me get rid of my attachment. When I was informed she’d passed, I went to the Manor personally, and gave Fran Garner the only thing I had that could help her: the pendant.” He showed it again. “This pendant.” He raised his eyebrows. “And I had the first news ever about what had actually transpired that night five years ago: that a dark magic ritual had been performed, to chain t

Dupont of the Alchemy Department, Prof. Reginald Morell of Arcane Arts, Prof. Dimitrio of Herbology, and Prof. Raevers of charms. There was also a hooded person with them who seemed to be floating on air, beside whom stood the groundskeeper and head of Cryptozoology, Damien Wolvesbane. “Pan Phineas!” Dorin called to the hooded person who slightly tilted his head.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

The two greedily picked up the treasures on the ground, as if they would never be satisfied. “Help me! Please, help me!” A faint gasp came from the side. Gallain turned his head around and saw a Demigod from the Second World struggling to get up after he broke an arm and a leg. “Haha!” Gallain sneered contemptuously, deciding to ignore that Demigod. Daftmonk knelt down to pick up a relic that looked like mala beads. Another skeleton hand suddenly grabbed the other half of the beads. “Moloch!” Daftmonk called out Moloch’s name.

I needed to visit him one of these days, he’d definitely have more information on that omega who killed my family. The day for the war was getting closer, and I was sure Dalton would try to acquire the duplicate magic again. One way or the other, he would definitely try to contact Gaius for his help. All I needed were the assistants of the maker who was supplying this magic, and I would nab the person.