Mad Eye Harry Potter Novels & Stories

He comes flying through the door, closes it softly and we start to read. ‘A Ma Vista also known in English as “with sight” is a creatures of the light. Created by a wizard four thousand years ago. They were created for the purpose of destroying all monsters and let the earth live in peace. A Ma Vista is immortal. The only things that can kill them are monsters. When a Ma Vista is born it has nightmares for a year, when the nightmares are over the day after a monster will kill their family. The monster is usually told to do so by their master.

She looks tired, her slightly curly dark brown hair falling in loose spirals out of the bun she pinned to the top of her head a few hours ago when she rolled up her sleeves and jumped in at the mention of Dark Magic. “Blake, you need to leave and get some rest. Maddy has been waiting to talk to you.” “I’m not leaving her without an explanation as to what that fucking animal did to her!” I snap back. “You said she’s dying? Why? What kind of spell or potion would do this to a person, and why was it used?” Kenna closes her eyes and exhales, surrendering, but it’s Maeve who speaks, her voice tight to shield the same feelings her mother can’t help but show.

Then there was that pesky issue of needing to deal with the fallout from storming out of Mike’s cabin, leaving the two people in the world she most wanted to forget wondering what the hell was wrong with her. “Madge!” Laura shouted. A quick glance down showed her cleavage covered with green crumbs and an embarrassing number of hot fudge drips. It was a meal unto itself. For Dylan...or Mike... Stop that! Madge didn’t even blink, just tilted her head up, painted-on eyebrows lifting up. If she’d been bald she could have given Tim Curry a run for the role of Pennywise. “Whatcha want?” “Got any caramel sauce?” That shit cures everything, like Windex or Robitussin.

Flashback "Noor, come here....see what I bring for you...see." An eighteen years old boy, holding a chocolate in his hand, was standing in front of a ten years old girl to try to give her that chocolate. He tried to talk to her but that little child always gets scared and went to her mother hiding behind her. "See Aunt, whenever I come here, she always does this with me...." The boy complained to Miss Sara, who was standing in front of him, against that little girl.

She beamed happily at my sarcasm, satisfied with the thought of having successfully changed my mind about the ordeal. That couldn't be further from the truth. - - - - I was exhausted. I spent hours on my potion. Recreating the brew over and over again was tiring. I would continuously attempt to pour the right amount of ingredients into a measuring cylinder and carefully mash substances together in my mortar, hoping that this attempt would be my last.

The silver poisoning was taking its toll on the Alpha's body. Chloe cleared her throat and I looked up from Tor's embrace. She raised an eyebrow as she held out a cup of tea. "I'm afraid you won't be getting out of this visit without drinking one of my brews," she said with a smirk. Tor narrowed his eyes at her and then at the mug in her hand. "What kind of foul business is this?" he asked, his nose crinkling. "It is my own brew, actually. A silver poisoning antidote made from dried moonflowers, yellow dock, and witch hazel. Plus of course, a bit of magic," she finished, giving me a wink.

"Why are they suddenly in her room now? Are they not supposed to be in the forest? Did they just teleported!? WHAT THE HELL!" "Oh my goodness Ibrahil, I think I'm losing my insanity! Can you just please tell me the truth, am I just only seeing things? I saw your eyes turned white and your hair..and your ears! What are you? A kind of monster?? Is this a kind of a joke or something?" She asked continuously as she walked back and forth and waving her hands her and there frustrated and confused! Ibrahil just looked at her trying to say something but couldn't say anything. He was avoiding her gaze.

Carwyn Levi's whole body froze. Bad guy… In Harry's heart, he always had the image of a kind uncle, whenever something happened, Harry would run to find him first, this time too. But this uncle that Harry adores the most is the one who secretly kidnapped his mother... If Harry knew the truth, what would he think of this uncle? Bad guy? Bad guy? Or are the scary kidnappers often appearing on TV series? Carwyn Levi began to feel afraid, afraid that his image in Harry's heart would be destroyed.

Soon, I'll publish his offspring's story, which would be darker, of course. But guys, I don't want to do it now. Actually, I believe writing isn't what you do in a hurry and by doing that, I don't want to ruin the story, so you've to wait and I promise, I'll give you something better than Madness. For that, just remember my penname, Mastaani. You'll find the second book of Da'ud's family soon. Thank you for giving your time, Stay blessed and stay happy, and untill Da'ud's next book, give a chance to my another book, ‘Loving You Is A Risky Game’. It's a werewolf and vampire romance and I believe you'll like it. Love you, xoxo;)

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.