Hogwarts Mystery Merula Romance Novels & Stories

“What are you talking about?” Lucy licked her lips. “They’re related. You couldn’t smell that?” “That’s impossible,” said Roman, “Mordred is a wizard. He’s got no real magic in his blood. He’s stolen it from others.” “Mordred is a wizard, yes. But he married a witch.” “How?” Roman asked. “He stole her away,” said Lucy, “I thought you knew all of this.” “Why would I know all of this?” Roman asked. “All I knew about Nora was that her family had been attacked by a rogue wolf.”

But I could feel it. The way her breath hitched. The way her pulse thrummed wildly beneath her delicate skin. I loved her like this—soft, trembling, mine. "You’re adorable when you think you have control, little dove," I whispered. She didn’t hear me. Not yet. But she felt me. The air grew thick, heavy, humming with my presence. The soft scent of Mira’s apartment—lavender and linen—was drowned in something darker. Something rich, metallic, damp.

“Melissa, Hazel, the one I told you about, the new professor.” Melissa turns with a smile, her expression curious and open. “Ah, the occult studies professor. That’s not something you hear every day.” I smile and shake her hand. “It certainly makes for interesting conversations.” We spent a few minutes talking to her. Melissa works in publishing and seems genuinely fascinated by the academic side of supernatural lore. She asks about the strangest myth I’ve ever researched, and I tell her about a 17th century love spell involving frogs and hair clippings. We share a quiet laugh before Valerie pulls me gently along again.

"You look better today. How are you feeling, Mira?" "I feel great," I answered disinterestedly. "Are you going somewhere, Mildred?" "No! Why do you ask?" her brow twitched in confusion. "You are all dressed up like you are going somewhere," I scanned her face. "No, nothing. I just felt like dressing up today," she said, avoiding my gaze. I closed the door behind me. Her room was very hot like she was cooking something. The smell of strong herbs hit my nose, turning my stomach. I gagged from the effect. As wolves, our sense of everything is way more amplified than humans.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

The conservatory had become their unofficial council chamber. Soft afternoon light filtered through the glass dome as Elara, Lyra, Rowan, and Kaelen gathered once again among the winter roses. Mira had just left after sharing more fragments of the First Pact lore, leaving behind a heavy, thoughtful silence. Elara was absently tracing the silver thread on her wrist when a servant entered, bowing deeply before presenting a sealed scroll with an unfamiliar wax emblem — a black wolf howling beneath a blood-red moon.

Rhett was stroking his huge blonde beard and keenly observing, a secret student of Dark Arts himself, he was probably insanely curious about what was going on. Suddenly a foul smell erupted in the room. Different to the broth, but from Ariel’s mouth came the stench of rotten flesh and decay. Everyone’s faces turned sour, looking away as the odour continued. Luna Madeline was the only one who did not flinch. “Keep going child, the curse is leaving you, you are free to speak. Drink the last drop.” With a nod she obeyed. Then she put the wooden cup down, turned to Glenn and whispered softly, “mate.”

As Mina screamed in agony and Kristi fled the room with Max and Mason, Rori watched as Arthur and Murdok made a series of hand gestures at one another before Calder appeared in front of Rori and began ushering her away from the dinner table of unfolding chaos. “Come, my lady, we will check on dessert, come now,” he coaxed, and although she never took her eyes off the trio at the table she followed Calder out into the kitchen. Murdok waited for Calder to escort Rori from the room before he approached the still shuddering and whimpering Mina, “I will heal you witch… but then you will listen and not speak, understood,” the angry dragon barked and Mina merely nodded, offering out her arm. Murdok

I am finding a comfortable spot when I saw a brown girl kissing a guy’s neck found it chessy worthy. And then again, I saw a girl seducing dancing on a guy’s lap. Never thought in the first place that I will come to this bar, well didn’t know that this will go wild. I’m still strolling when I saw a tall girl casually talking to a guy, it caught my attention because they’re the only one who isn’t dancing, just like me. I was about to approach them when the music stopped and the mic turned on.