Hogwarts Valley Collection Chests Novels & Stories

"Of course. You must be careful. They must be looking for the Grail of Immortality and Youth that disappeared a long time ago and I don't think they've ever performed a ritual with it. While they only have the chalice of flames." The chalice of Immortality, that's what was kept in the secret room. Chaz was right, those mystical grails were indeed the most sacred objects for the black magic world. Elgar and Kathleen began to prepare everything before heading to the witches' hideout. Kathleen is very good at making potions, and I didn't expect her to find such a deadly poison. I guess they really wanted to use their abilities to do good. "Do you trust them now?" I asked Alden as the two of the

Grabbing some cheese and lunch meat and tossed it to Chester. Thomas popped open the bottle of beer as he made his way toward his desk. He flopped into his chair in exhaustion as he scanned his desk. Thomas had books of magic, old and new. He had old charms from his grandmother and two major pieces that came from his mother’s collection that was set up in his bookcase.

That one spiraled to six figures fast. By the time the tenth item rolled around — a vial of ancient blood said to enhance shifting speed — Phil was already sprawled sideways, half-drunk on sparkling water and sarcasm. Benard had barely moved. “This place smells like desperation and bad perfume,” he muttered. And then came the turning point. The presenter cleared his throat. “Now, before we open the Vault Collection, we have a surprise set — fifty artifacts recently recovered from Lord Gorge Mark III.” People leaned forward. This was new.

I watched him disappear into the kitchen. As I picked up his jacket to hang it properly, something slipped from the inner pocket. A card. Heavy. Embossed in gold. Conti Private Atelier – Bridal Collection Pickup Confirmation.

The old woman smiled sadly. “That choice disappeared the moment your mark awakened.” Elara closed her eyes. Then lifted the latch. The chest opened with a long, tired creak. Inside lay only three objects. A silver cloak. A worn leather journal. And a small wooden wolf carved by hand. The moment Elara picked up the wolf… The world disappeared. ⸻ Fire. Smoke. Screams. She was no longer standing in the valley. She was inside a castle. Stone walls shook around her as warriors clashed in the corridors.

She loaded the heavy chest into an unmarked carriage and drove out into the dead of night, heading toward the shifting, foul mists of the outer border marshes. Deep within a hollowed-out grove of dead willow trees, the dark coven was waiting. Three ancient blood witches sat around a boiling iron cauldron, their faces hidden behind masks woven from dried human skin. They smelled of sulfur, copper, and fresh decay. Tanya dragged the heavy chest of gold and moon-gems across the damp earth, slamming it down before the hags.

"Can you please give me my backpack as I still got a drawing and colouring to do?" Prince Willem saw the backpack as he nodded his head and he stood up. Prince Willem strode over to Belle Rose's backpack and he got hold of it by the handle. Prince Willem was surprise to find how heavy the bag is and he queried. "What on earth have you got in here and how many did you bring?" Prince Willem brought the backpack over to the bed and he gave it to Belle Rose as she replied. "Two books, three notebooks, four pens and two metal tin of colouring pencils. A quill pen feather and an ink pot. I draw something that might take you by surprise and I hope that you will like it."

“Yeah, I suppose.” Inside the chest there was a glass globe. A magic crystal ball? An oversized marble? It didn’t come with instructions so it was hard to tell. Cheng went around the room opening chests and everyone dived in after him to see what they’d won. Christmas come early. Or late. Or not at all. I wondered if people gave each other presents to celebrate the Day of Weld, before they got eaten. “I found something,” said Maurice. He was bent over a particularly small chest. He pulled out a crucifix.

" Folding her arms, Esmeray mumbled with a slight pout. “Tell me these are the only pieces you own?” When instead of answering him her eyes shined with mirth and she gave him a wicked smile Vladimir cursed inwardly. “How much could you possibly own?” Vladimir asked in alarm. “I lost the count after eighty chests.” The witch had the audacity to shrug as if it wasn’t a big deal. When it was a freaking big deal. This could possibly get her killed. Vladimir pinched his nose while biting back a vile curse. "Are you insane? Why would you dare to collect Dragon Gold?"

In the center of this shrine, there was a fancy chest covered in strange symbols that she didn't understand. Princess Bethany's hands were shaking as she was deeply frightened by the weird noises but was ready to do anything to have Alpha Gabriel, Bethany hands were shaking, she opened the chest and discovered a set of magical objects, each one was giving off a different kind of power. She understood the importance of making a careful choice.