Mudbloods Harry Potter Novels & Stories

The field roared in blood. Blood. Screams. Metal on rune-etched stone. The coppery scent of it clawing at my restraint. Mercs collapsing in vicious tides, students scattering like rodents, their wards and half-formed spells no match for dragonsteel. Chaos, the kind that most people would drown in. I didn’t. I lived in it.

“You don’t know what you have done, you fools!” “Sure,” Tony replied to Meguitte, ignoring the prisoners. “Won’t be long.” “How is Harry?” She asked him, and he paused, catching hold of the doorframe. He shrugged, a muscle twisting in the corner of his jaw. “Still feeding the corpse blood, as if they think it will do something,” he said grimly. “There’s no sign of change, though Harry swears the hand-wound is looking better. Won’t let us look though. Won’t let anyone beyond the doorway, not even the ancients who come to donate. Harry will drink from them, and then feed the corpse themselves.”

"No good sittin' worryin' abou' it," he said. "What's comin' will come, an' we'll meet it when it does." — Rubeus Hagrid, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy When I thought it could not get any worse, Mey had proved me wrong. Not only had she broke my heart, but she also had it trampled as well. There was nothing left but sadness, bitterness, and utter disappointment.

Or worse, what if they're that crazy to throw me in a pool of piranhas or alligators? Maybe I was losing my mind. Nobody could blame me anyway. I had reasons to go coo-coo anyway. My mom died when I was young, daddy was never nice, loan sharks were after me, and I was left with no choice but to stay at this Hogwarts copycat. Not to mention the lady whom Uncle George called the head mistress looked like that lady who can shift into a cat. I'd never seen the movie, just a few clips Jessy was so obsessed about. Well I wished there would be a real-life Malfoy in this place. That would be awesome. I took in some air while trying to wash away the eerie feeling that's enveloping me before I forced

"Bastard, it's time for you to pay for Sean's life." With that, Valor let out a roar. From a small human, he transformed into a wolf three times the size of a regular wolf and immediately rushed towards the tall vampire. At the same time, Finn and Harry were able to save Keelin and Clara but as soon as Harry untied them Harry suddenly felt a sense of danger, he suddenly turned around but it was too late, the purple bottle was thrown. straight into him and broke. The purple liquid fell on Harry's arm and quickly seeped through his skin.

The smell of rotten leaves and mud was overwhelming. Vivienne and her friends erupted into loud, mocking laughter. "Look at her! Now you look like the trash you are!" Marcus shouted. Deep inside my chest, a sudden, blinding heat exploded. My royal bloodline magic roared to life, reacting to the intense humiliation and malice. It wanted to break free, to crush Vivienne and Marcus under a wave of golden light. The pain was sharp and white-hot behind my eyes. A thick pool of hot copper flooded my tongue.

Olivia has been helping keep me calm since we learned about Victoria's special spell to change me into a Dhamphir along with my baby. The smell of blood makes my eyes pop open and look to see Mackenzie in front of me. She gives a light smile, handing me a smoothie and I look at her confused. I take a sip and immediately recognize the taste of blood, her blood. Her blood had this memorizing taste that was different from the vampires I drained last night.

I blurted out (I was the shameless one trying to do the forbidden things that could make our etiquette teacher Mrs Hayes faint). "He freed me and I tried making a deal with him which backfired," I said gruffly "You tried making a deal with a prince? Maeve! You can't outscheme a freaking prince!" She slapped me lightly. Well, how could she blame me when I slit my wrist and offered the man my blood and also did some other things I didn't dare revisit. I thought after whatever had possessed me had cleared, I could use it to my advantage. But she was right, he was a prince and not the regular one but the Shadow Prince. I might have overestimated my abilities.

Clenching it tight to the point I felt the blood from my hands. The doctor says nothing. He nods to his goons who push past and come over to me. I pull the sharp shard out and point it to them. “I’m not as stupid as I was.” I giggle. “I will slice your throats and drink your blood!” I growl. “Killian they’re helping you!” my Mum shouts. I look over to her and smile. “Help? They were suppressing the real me not helping!” I shout. While I am distracted; the goons disarm me and throw me to the floor. I scream and scream to the point I cough blood. Again... needle in the neck.

Maybe I really was making a huge mistake pushing him away. Interrupting my thoughts, Lucy replied, “Oh, it’s definitely true! Blake tortures people too, and so did his dad—well, your dad too, I guess. I’ve heard stories. I won’t repeat them because they’re gruesome.” “Tell me, please,” I said, eager to know, begging Lucy with my eyes. “Okay, I won’t go into detail, but I’ve heard they chop people’s arms and legs off and pull out their eyes. Stuff like that. And werewolves don’t die. They just heal so they can keep going for hours.”