Hogwarts Mystery Vampire Of Hogsmeade の小説・ストーリー

Adriana Pov "Isn't that the new slave bought by the Alpha's main steward, Maxon?" My heart pace steadied as I was brought to a halt in front of a mansion I'd only heard of in stories. "Her face is all smeared up in dirt and clay so I can't tell if she's pretty or not," The voices from within the mansion became all too clear. It was obvious I was being perceived by the nearby werewolves even though I couldn't see them.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

Because he had his feuds only with the vampires, and he was well aware of their existence. In the meantime, the dark sky gave chilly winds, and an ominous aura had spread throughout the woods. The thunder roared in the sky all of a sudden, the clouds covering the moon completely. The portal between the vampire world and the human world opened up in the Bellmor jungle, and a caramel-haired man stepped into the human world with an evil smirk plastered on his face. All the animals in the Bellmor jungle started to run away from him, sensing his strong presence. “I am here to acquire the potion myself since my dear brother seems to have gone astray,” mumbled Phil Insworthe.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:12 AM Erik commented and continued to watch, as an eerie and raspy voice ordered Quirrel to 'use the boy'. Quirrell then ordered the boy to look at the mirror. Mr. Potter then stood in front of the mirror and Erik paused again. He quickly positioned himself behind the boy and 'unpaused' the memory. He watched as the boy's reflection took a red ruby-like stone from its pants' pocket, showed it to him, gave him a wink and put the stone back in the pocket. Mr. Potter then, as sneaky as an elephant in a china store could be, checked his pocket and noticed the bulge in it. But the stupid professor didn't seem to notice.

I nodded, almost infinitesimally, and then I took a step back. Keeping my right eye closed, I grinned around the broken room at the last remaining vampires. There were three: one tall, dark, and would-be handsome (had he not been a murderous blood-sucker); one was short and stout and round, and I wondered how his pot belly and balding head helped him in acquiring a regular blood supply; the other was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, slim and dark, with a perfectly coifed afro and narrowed green eyes – save for the blood smeared around her sensually curved mouth.

wrote Damon . "You can't be a slytherin , you can't be at hogwarts too ." wrote Cynthia . "Yeah I look like a durmstrang student right ." wrote back Damon . "No that's not what I mean ." wrote Cynthia . "Oh please not beauxbatons . " wrote Damon . "No i mean you cant be at any magical school because you can't be wizard ." wrote Cynthia . "And why so ?" wrote Damon with a one eyebrow raised emoji . " You are a vampire and vampires can't be witches or wizards , if you were a werewolf the case would be different . " wrote Cynthia .

Golden chains shined in the light of the fires as she approached the closed door. "Willow..." the voice came again as she stood in front of the door. There was no doorknob nor handle for her to grab, yet she reached out toward the door, feeling power from within. It called to her. A hissing distracted her from the door, dropping her gaze to the ground to see a large snake coiling around her feet. It's black scales shined like oil on water, a creature she recognized as Hecate's beast. She looked back at the door, hearing the whispering from within, but this time she focused in on it.

These people had money and they weren't subtle about it. As I walked back to the main house I noticed a forest to the far side of the estate. The forest looked dark even in the afternoon sunlight, the giant trees letting little to no sunlight penetrate the underbush. “That's a place I'll never be going to,” I said to myself. I'd watched Harry Potter and I knew dark woods like that meant trouble, especially when you discover that werewolves and vampires exist. I walked into the house and went upstairs. Wrong wing, I was back on Alex's floor where his office was. I heard him talking to Adam then pause briefly. The door to his office opened and he peeked through.

Selene helped me scramble to my feet, her arms still holding onto me. Harry grabbed the doorknob and pushed through it. “No! "Wait, he’s not himself!” I shouted, trying to stop him. “I know,” Harry said over his shoulder, “That’s why I have to go in.” “What did you do to him?” Violet screamed, advancing towards me, her eyes filled with accusation. Jones rushed over and held her. The second, the door creaked open. In place of what used to be Morgan was a wolf, as big as a horse.