Mudbloods Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I further questioned him Hearing my question Draco face suddenly turned overcast as he said “It’s a Black blood ghost” “Black Blood Ghost?” I was stunned, I haven’t read anything about such a type of ghost in my grandmother book, and this looked something new and dangerous at same time.

I read some titles and I can’t believe it. "Healing potion, Flying potion, fast running potion, shifting forms potion, turns into animals potion." What the fuck are these experimentation?! Is this still true? Or maybe the author is just playing tricks on us. Does that still happen in real life because even the love potion is there. What the heck! I can't believe this. Will those potions still work? It seems hard to believe. We are now in new generation and until now those experimentation are still alive and had been utilized? How was that even possible?!

Killian hands me the paper as he leaves without another word. Good riddance. I was wondering if he would insist on taking me with him. Glad he’s no longer with us, I turn my attention to the document and my mouth falls open when I read the first line. The document was an agreement to a partnership between Mystics and Holomirs–and I and Killian were the sacrificial lambs. Worse still, the partnership was proposed by my master, King of the Mystics. Anger like I’d never felt before courses through my veins at the realization that we are the ones who offered to work with the Holomirs after what they did to us.

The urgency behind Orel voice and my skin prickling with danger was what made my eyes to open. The scene before me was a dreaded one, Orel was bleeding for one shoulder while fighting sluggishly as if he was poisoned. A couple of warriors whose clothing and armory were not ours were attacking Orel, I took the scene before me within a second as I grabbed my sword and rolled away from my sleeping position.

I didn't go through a proper education, but if I categorize my knowledge, I'm far from illiterate. I know it's very impossible for a mage to have the ability to summon dragons. Even the spirit mages-the ones considered as the most powerful in Eravia, has considered that ability beyond their power. So how could a mere slave like me do that? Since you're a mage? Then maybe you're not a pure-blooded mage like what you believe. "But my mother said my father was a mage. What you're saying is impossible."

But underneath that beauty was something cruel. ‘So the Pureblood beings can live longer as humans?” I said quietly. Maureen didn’t answer, but I could feel her agreement. It was a quiet pulse in the back of my mind, and full of restrained rage. The spiritual water wasn’t some miracle cure for drunkenness. It was put there to eradicate half-bloods like me. I stared at the basin one last time, then turned away. The shine of it followed me as though it was still waiting for me to turn my back and drink it foolishly.

I'm not sure he can. These are my companions for this delightful shitstorm. Fantastic. "This girl," Malric continues, sliding a piece of parchment across the obsidian table, "is not just another explosive street rat." I glance at the paper. It's a hand drawn map of the Hollowhold, the fae realm's oldest prison and least sanitary architectural nightmare. "She's a godblood." His voice drops, like the word should crack the walls. I raise an eyebrow. "We're all godbloods. That's why we're here. You summoned me away from my bonding seminar for this?"

I had been unable to fully process it between being in the trials and seeing the princes I cared about due to its reflection. But now looking back at it, I recalled my scream and the corresponding crack in the mirror. It might have been a coincidence but I needed to make sure that it was. That I wasn't like these… rogues. River stared at me like I had taken leave of my senses. "Currently, only purebloods can wield magic and no offence but if you were one of us, you would have grown up here," Then he shrugged. "Or you would be dead." I rolled my eyes at him.

I stared at the ancient mythological books on the table that surrounds us, we were busy making research on Lucindo and hoping to get a chapter that successfully teaches us how to kill murder the warlock without it backfiring. At least we know how he gets his power by channeling dead bodies and using them as a form of a power bank. My jet black hair is thrown into a messy ponytail and I have on a white sneaker, blue jeans, and a white crop top. But compared to Cass, my skin paled in comparison so the weather didn't favor everyone or we are not all so lucky after all. My skin looks as dry as a steak and no matter how many times I apply moisturizer, it still looks dry so I stopped trying.

he explained and slowly started to approach. "S-Silver forest!?" "Yes, Silver Forest. Legend has it that in this forest there are creatures that suck human blood until they die. They are called vampires. You know the legend I'm talking about right?" #to be continued in Chapter 1.2 - Raizel Harrison de Haltz