Leviosa Hermione Novels & Stories

He didn’t answer, which was answer enough. Five minutes. That’s how long we had when Livia appeared, gliding toward us like a storm wrapped in silk. Her smile was venomous, her eyes alight with the thrill of destruction. “Touching,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension. “The two of you playing hero and heroine. It’s almost poetic.” Levi didn’t flinch, but I felt the tension radiating off him. “You’re out of time, Livia,” he said coldly. “And allies.”

a woman’s voice called out to me. “Yes. Who are you?” I asked. “I am Levana, the divination witch to King Soren,” she answered me. I walked up to her to get a better look at her with everyone right beside me. The room was filled with a calmness that put me at ease in an unsettling way, since we were in the house of the enemy. As I stepped up to the table, I saw that she had white hair though she looked to be close to my age. Her eyes were completely white like her hair, but she was beautiful.

She says, and I shrug. "Actually, Celia Clementine." She says, and I freeze. "You saved my life, Viola." She says, like it is explanation enough, and my heart begins to pound, my ears, hot. "Please, don't name her after me, I am nothing special, please don. . " I stammer, heaving.

“I need your help in tracking the fragments of the holy Nromais.” “I’m sorry but I think you have mistaken me for radar or some sort of metal detecting machine.” She was about to go back inside her shop when the man stopped him, “Marga, the Queen Aera herself sent for you.” His words stopped her. Looking back, she asked, “Princess Aera is the Queen now?” “Affirmative. About a hundred year ago.” “What about Queen Sliofe?” “She withered.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” It looks like things at Lenriad changed a lot since she went away.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Not in my life did I ever feel like I would ever see her. Slowly the lady in front of me turns and my heart skips a beat. She has the most beautiful face I have ever seen and the crescent moon crown on her head confirms my suspicions. She is just like a pearl in the middle of the sky, a cloak of light and love at the same time. “Goddess Selene” her name rolls out of my mouth as I slowly begin to walk towards you. “You are a child after my own heart, Michelle” I hear her say to me as a gentle yet genuine smile appears on her face; “a child I have come to love more than even my own direct descendant”

when the elevator doors opened with a soft chime she didn’t like. Livia Voss stepped out. She wasn’t in regal pack finery. No fur‑trim cloaks, no statement jewels. Just a dark dress cut for a woman who expected to be ignored and never was, her silver hair pinned up in a simple knot. No escorts. No Victor looming at her shoulder. No Aiden. That was new. “Dr. Hale,” Livia said, voice soft enough not to carry but clear enough for Lyra to hear. Lyra’s hackles rose on reflex. Her hands stayed still.

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

“I raised her when her mother passed.” I looked at her for a moment, her eyes holding more pain than she would have wanted to show. “The maid who told Giovanni what happened to her,” she said quietly. “Her name is Miri. She’s new. Too eager to please the wrong man. I believe this would enough information for you to get what you want.” I nodded slowly. “Thank you.” She looked down at Lysandra with sorrow. “She used to be proud. Fierce. Like her mother. She used to be willing to fight, to stand. She is not weak. I know what I raised. And I know who I raised.”

she clasps her hand together looking at me with interest. "That's it! Alex you wasted my and my mates time, this witch can't help us. Kill her or do whatever you want to do with her. We're done here Celeste" Theo barks angrily, he grips my hand but before we can move Hera's words stop me. "How strange is it, that in the dark nights we find our light" my breathe gets caught in my throat, I loosen my grip from Theo's hand. Hera looks through her nails as if she said nothing, my heartbeat quickens.