Marauders Harry Potter Book Novels & Stories

Marinetta and Harley fought with everything they had, determined to stop the witch and protect their pack. In the midst of the chaos, Marinetta noticed a large, ornate book lying open on a pedestal. It was filled with ancient spells and rituals, and she realized it was the source of Morgana's power. If they could destroy it, they might be able to stop her. "Harley, the book!" Marinetta shouted, pointing to the pedestal. Harley nodded and fought his way toward the book, but Morgana saw his intention and sent a blast of dark energy at him. Harley was thrown back, but Marinetta managed to catch him before he hit the ground.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

Bram goes down under a Blackrock wolf, but Mara yanks him back, fending off attackers with a bloodied staff. The fight is brutal, desperate—magic and muscle, steel and bone. The raven wheels, watching, searching. And then—finally—the enemy falters. The raven, singed and screeching, wheels high, retreating into the thinning mist. The Blackrock wolves, shaken by magic and Silverpine’s stubborn unity, break and run. Hael staggers back, bloodied, teeth bared in a silent promise of vengeance, but he is forced to retreat.

Instead, a mysterious emblem burned into the parchment caught her eye—a spiral with a distinct slit running down the center, a sigil that she had never encountered before. As if reacting to the latent energy in the air, the Book quivered, its pages flipping frantically before halting with eerie precision. A name glimmered softly across the top of a newly revealed page: *Mara.* Autumn’s heart plummeted at the sight of the name, a visceral reaction she couldn’t quite comprehend. But the Veil was aware, resonating beneath her skin with a whisper that sent shivers racing down her spine: *She’s awake.*

Chaos says. I stop looking at him. "You are a wolf, and you are my enemy," I say. He is trying to get inside my head like Bruce did. I stop and listen to Chaos. I try to use my magic to hear what is going on inside Chaos's head. I can see the others and Umbra. They are planning something. They are planning to kill my father's pack and take me hostage. "You will never see it through!" I scream at him. I shift into my wolf and attack Chaos. He is not dying quick enough for me. "DIE!" I howl.

She longed to find an easy chair somewhere and take a much needed nap. I’m getting too old for this, she thought. As she neared the end of the long, dimly lighted hallway she spotted a faint light beneath a thick mahogany door. The beautifully carved, fire breathing dragons that were artfully depicted on the heavy wood told her she’d reached her destination. Maria had assured her that no vampires would be found near Mervin suite, but even so, she decided to take a precaution. Not knowing the true depth of the wizard’s abilities, she didn’t want to take the chance of being interrupted.

“But if Mara’s in danger, I don’t know if I can afford to wait. I need to get her back and you're the owner of the book I need your permission to hand it over” Elera looked conflicted but then nodded. “Let me see the book.” I pulled out the book and handed it to her. Elera examined it carefully, her expression serious. “This book contains ancient knowledge and spells that can influence powerful magic. It is in a terrible state someone ripped out the pages” “I found it with Sam he was trying to sell it maybe he was the one who tore from it” Elera handed the book back to me. “If it falls into the wrong hands, it could be disastrous. You have my permission but I urged you to be careful you migh

“A tale tells of local pirates coming over from time to time, out on this side of the sea” The voice of Makai, broke out, earning the chuckles from the number of sight-seers, who seemed to be enjoying their time, meanwhile here I was, sat lone with an aching heart, yearning to know if the man I loved was alright. “That can’t be true!” A little girl squealed, the sound of her chuckles pouring out, but her utterance was returned with a light squeeze from the lady beside her. “Oh, believe me. It is!” Followed Makai. “They go around hunting for little ones to get aboard their ships” He pinched her cheeks, earning a low laugh from her.

I couldn't live with that outcome either. His only response was to squeeze her against him tighter. When Guin returned she was followed by ten of their strongest guardians. Each of them carrying a pair of sunglasses and awaiting instruction. "Okay, you want to fill us in on what's going on?" Guin asked impatiently. "We need to prepare for an attack that we have never faced before. I believe that the witch Jax brought here is not actually just a witch. I believe she is a harpy." Saraid wasn't exactly sure what a harpy was. The name alone didn't sound very foreboding but she knew by the shocked and nervous looks on the faces of the men in front of her that she was wrong.

A small smile crept across my lips. One of the treasures I gained from helping that foolish woman… Morrisa. I hovered the amulet against the wound. Warm energy spread through my arm. The flesh began knitting itself together. Few minutes later… The wound was gone. Just as the healing finished, a howl echoed through the forest. Not one of mine. Celdor’s wolves had found my scent. I chuckled darkly. “Good.” I reached beneath my cloak and pulled out a small bottle, then drank its contents slowly.