Novel & Cerita Mudbloods Harry Potter

Familiar eyes shine through the dripping blood with a snarl. The monster grabs my wrist before I can pull back from a hard strike to its neck, and twists my hand painfully, bringing me down to my knees. Wait. How did it know my name? “OOwwwW!” I howl in pain and glare at the monster. “Let me go!” It takes a beat for me to look past his bloody appearance. Those eyes. I know who this fucker is. The coagulated blood he’s covered head to toe in isn’t blood at all. It’s the red mud of the Blood River. The natural iron deposits make the water blood red. It’s so potent that it turns the mud on the river banks blood red as well.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 10:40 AM After hearing Auror Moody report, Director Bones groaned and raised a hand to her head, starting to massage her temples. The headache was coming back. Blood magic was something that was heavily prohibited a long time ago because of the sheer number of deaths and disasters that some of the more dark families were causing upon the community. Every minor conflict with them was a reason to curse the blood of the family. Because of that, the families that were using it freely were hunted down by the affected one and their allies resulting in family wars and the total annihilation of said families. Not wanting to ha

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.

Impossible,she can't be the shield"Marcus said. "I am the shield and you can't see me because I'm invisible for now," Ava replied"Come with us now to the northern empire," "Surprising,"Lord jack said."We have to hurry,Jadis has Mary and I'm scared of what she might do to her." "See this dark lord," Jadis said holding up a bottle for Aiden to see with Vandora behind her. "Holy water," Vador scoffed.Holy water is a water that can be used to make vampire weak and vulnerable,after pouring holy water on a vampire you can kill them with a sword or stake easily. Holy water also affects dark witches too which is why Jadis is all covered up.

She did not understand what ‘proud’ meant in the eyes of her mother. Her father had always been distant to her, which she assumed was due to her witchcraft. In the Muxue clan, women had always been favoured over men due to their ability to cast spells. The magic had chosen her. When she was twelve, the magic had ‘called’ to her in a dream. She saw herself walking in a pavilion made of clouds in the sky, where she chose her first spellbook.

I said wondering when or what I have done to have soiled my reputation here. "You know just like the way lord voldermort marked Harry potter and he was taken to his uncle place when he was still a child but was still the talk of the town in his real realm and was later introduce to his real realm when he was of age". I look at him in confusion, how does harry potter relate with my reputation been soiled.

"How? Do you mean Zach Howe? That useless trust fund brat? Has Ethan completely lost his mind? Has Tara eaten away at his brain? Associating with someone like him? Haha! Well, it won't be long before Ethan's name disappears from society entirely." Zach was not just a spoiled rich kid. He was dangerous and had blood on his hands. Ethan playing in his territory would leave nothing but scraps of bone behind. "Aren't you even a little curious why he's doing this?" "I'm not curious. His business isn't mine. Alright, I've got things to do. Hanging up now."

In two years, although I had slept with many men, I never had time to play on a mission, especially when that mission was to protect the prince and the target of my thoughts was the PRINCE. I ignored the excitement that invaded me when an image of his bare chest came to my mind, and decided to see what there was for us to eat. Pork bathed in blood and a glass of what were probably tears. Yes. Dark wizards often feed on human suffering, tears of bitterness are one of the most served cups at parties and public places. Nothing new under the shadow.

"Enough. We are not here to bicker over floral arrangements or perceived slights to our venerable ages. The issue at hand is far more pressing. The blood king has returned, and his presence threatens to unravel everything we have built." A wise-looking Witch, Tina Blackwood, her eyes holding the deep knowledge of countless incantations and the weight of ancient secrets, spoke softly. "The feeling… it was familiar, yet… amplified. Stronger than before. His presence… it's as if he has become one with the very shadows themselves."

Then Cammie studied my face. "What?" I asked. "Nothing," she said and looked away. "Cam, tell me why Jacques called you a drudge girl?" "Oh, you really don't know what that means? That's one of the reasons I wanted to gut that girl like a fish!" Cammie said distastefully, but when she saw my blank expression, she heaved a sigh, "Well, drudges are human slaves who serve vampires. They follow and listen to whatever their masters tell them to, and they even provide their own blood to them. I have read that in the vampire stories."