Hogwarts Signs Novels & Stories

his voice taking an even scarier tone as he got up and dark clouds poured out of his hands, floating around him. Dread pooled in Soraya's eyes as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Black magic, she realized with terror. This was her first time seeing him like this. Alwin was an old wizard who was like a father figure to her. He had taught her everything she knew about witchcraft after he had taken her in when she was lost and wandering decades ago. He had always talked about how the witches and werewolves used to live in harmony. This fueled Soraya's hopes when she learned about the prophecy. He turned to her, letting down the hood of his cloak. Soraya let out a silent gasp as she

It was an imposing four-story building with small leaded glass windows on each floor and topped by a proliferation of turrets and pointed slate roofs. Viktor stared at the sign swaying in the gentle morning breeze from the river, which entered the city from the main street, carrying the scent of stagnant mud and rotten fish. And then he no longer passed his eyes over the city, but fixed them as his heart raced and a smile spread across his face. On the poster, whose paint was peeling, you could see the image of a magic-looking staff crossed by a wand, it was the symbol of the imperial school of arcane magic.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 10:20 PM A blue magic circle with a raven on its center appeared in the front of the main entrance of Hogwarts' castle and Erik materialized from it. The blue light faded and Erik walked inside the castle, the closed entrance doors opening automatically for him to enter. Erik walked through the empty great hall and searched through the wards for his wives. Finding them inside the library, he walked to it.

The iron smell of the slaughter had faded years ago, but the shape of the stain was unmistakable. "Blood," Adriel said. "Not just blood," Luka muttered, using the tip of a hunting knife to pry up the central board. "Look how the grain has absorbed it. This was poured intentionally." They ripped up the floorboards one by one, tossing the rotted wood behind them until the secret under the castle floor left them completely speechless. Etched deep into the foundation stone was a massive pentagram drawn in dark, dried gore. Ancient symbols ringed the outer circle, their edges sharp and jagged. Right in the dead centre of the star sat the unmistakable mark of a high witch.

The courtyard erupted in noise the second her words scorched the air. Students screamed, flinching back from the cracked ground where her magic had scorched into the earth. Proctors scrambled, some tracing sigils defensively, others struggling to rally their Houses. Wolves growled, vampires spat warnings, witches raised wards against threats that weren’t even directed at them. And the four of us were at the center of it, bloodied and bruised, Concord Sigil at our throats like a brand.

Instead I had to do the dull things that would allow him to return or, if not, to ensure the pups had a world to live in. I turned my attention back to the study, spreading a thin layer of moon-sigil across the main gate. The sigil would confuse hunters, bend sight for an hour or two, and irritate the senses of those who used blood-warding. It was a small thing but a necessary one. I stitched in a soft second line: a pulse keyed to my heart. If anyone attempted to break it using Draco’s particular weave, the sigil would scream and release a smoke that smelled of iron and holy ash, enough to blind and nauseate for minutes. That scream would bring guards. It would also make any cursed witch he

Not for wind, not for me, not even for Isabella. My chest tightened. I stepped forward, eyes scanning everything. The air smelled burned, but not from her usual herbs. This was more of charred bark, burnt cloth and a hint of metal. I moved past the porch slowly, and that’s when I saw it. Carved into the wood of the door was a sigil. A witchmark. I didn’t recognize the symbol immediately, but I knew enough to understand what it meant. This wasn’t a warning, it was a declaration.

They seemed to have people of all sorts of statuses roaming through the village here. "This might be a good stay" I said to myself. My nose brought me to an open fire that was roasting several pigs, with small children playing around and their mothers sitting on logs, eating. Again, there was a few dusty signs plastered on some of the logs next to the children. "No witches!" It read. The smile on my face disappears again and I lower my head and walk over to the fire pit. I already had a cloaking spell to cloak the scent of my magic, but I was still feeling weary that they actually had to put warning signs up.

Even its body looked decayed like it hadn't felt the warmth of the sun nor the cool of the night in so long. It suddenly turned toward my direction and mysteriously, it grew a head. It had a sign on it's forehead. It looked like a triangle but instead of having all sides equal like a regular triangle, two of it's side were unequal. It started floating toward me with speed but nobody reacted. Does that mean nobody else was seeing what I was seeing? Wait, I know that sign. It's the mark that we always place as lycans on witches whenever we kill them. How did a witch come into the pack?

“I guess I did. Where is the picture you showed me once?” “You mean the twelve stars symbol? I do have it here. Wait let me get it for you ” Harry struggled up from the ground with the aid of his walking stick, strolled to the old dusty cupboard where books were displayed. He coughed out the dust and cobwebs off the book and took it to him. “Why do you suddenly want to inquire about the twelve stars symbols? Have you seen it lately?” “Yes I have. I have a little question about that symbol, those who possess the symbols are what?....” He brought up the topic to the master's hearing. It could never be possible that Paige Adams is part of the White lady Angel! She was not fit for it.