Hogwarts Novels & Stories

Chaos chuckled beside me, gripping my hand tighter while Elliot looked around with similar fascination as I did. A pod of Dragons flew freely over our heads while vampires congregated inside a place called Red, which was an oxygen enriched blood bar. Young Fae’s with pointed ears chattered together drinking coffee and giggling amongst each other. I was in awe of everything. “This is amazing.” “This place is like hell on Earth,” Chaos added. Now that he’d said that; I desperately wanted to visit hell too. “I think I’d like to visit hell too then.” “You say the word and we’ll take a trip, kitten,” he pressed a kiss to my temple, pulling me flush to his side.

Hated feeling powerless. Vame walked in silence, their expression unreadable. They had seen the signs. They knew better than any of them what the Hollow Crown was capable of. It was near dawn when they reached the final stretch toward the Hollow Keep. A looming fortress, twisted and black, stood against the blood-red sky, its towers rising like skeletal fingers grasping for the heavens. The closer they got, the heavier the air became, thick with something unseen, something ancient. Myrra’s hand went to her dagger, her voice barely above a whisper. “He’s here.”

“It needs us.” Together, they placed the disk in the gate’s center. The stone flared. Magic roared through the room like wind, howling down the corridor. Then the gate opened. What lay beyond wasn’t a chamber. It was a sanctum — a temple lost to time. Starlight glowed from the ceiling, even though no sky pierced the stone above. At its center: a dais carved with twin wolves, one silver, one obsidian, facing each other with bared teeth and interlocked tails.