Mudbloods Harry Potter Novels & Stories

We glanced at each other but I gestured with my head for him to go on and he did. “Hi! I’m Kyle Miller from HB group,” he waved and I could already see the girls drooling over him from my side. Oh, and HB as in ‘Half-Bloods’, the school’s divided into different supernatural groups for convenience. “I hope to make great friends here. Can’t wait to know all of your names!” Those claps afterward were more than enough for me to know that they liked him. I sighed when the class went silent again knowing that it’s my turn next.

I calmed down a little and asked-" So...?" He turned back while answering-" I am not an orphan. I am sorry I lied. I was born in a family of slaves. My father was a witch but my mother was a human. There were lots of cases where pureblood and mudblood were born having the parents with pureblood of witches as some have the blood of others. I was one of the mudblood. My parents were poor so to feed us my mother become a slave. He raped her as a result A half-blood was born from a witch's bloodline and a non-witches bloodline. The master not only gives us the power to feed ourselves but also gives us the power to stay alive by sharing the powers within us we could use their powers which is of c

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous. Wanna know what happened? The email. That’s what.” Lucas looked genuinely confused. “Email? What email?” Zehra faltered. “The email you sent,” “What the fu–” “Don’t swear!” she exclaimed, covering her ears. The teacher stopped fangirling about Harry Potter and turned to them. Lucas straightened. “Ms. Evans, we were just discussing how the masterpiece of JK Rowling contain absolutely no swear words except in the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when Molly Weasley swears at Bellatrix Lestrange for duelling with her daughter Ginny.”

Nobody knows. It was a very hard time, we were at war. Me, Harry, Hermione, Ron and the whole Hogwarts. At war with the one who's name should not be taken. I will though because "Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." Voldemort with his wicked army , stood infront of us. We all were on the battlefield with our wands and brooms ; flying in the air , casting spells on each other. The sky was painted metallic and lighting bolted every ten seconds. We fought until we made the Dark Lord vulnerable and then I stepped forward and swished my wand. "Avada Kedavara!", I spelled out; and the light escaped my wand. It struck him and he collapsed. "Now you are a nobody knows!" (No body

Alexander tightened his grip on his glass, not liking the scenario at all. Becca stayed silent, listening to Phil carefully whispering into her ear, “You smell delicious, sweetheart.” He offered her the glass filled with animal blood. “Since the potion is in you, maybe it will come out if you drink the blood. Do you want to drink the fresh lion’s blood?” Becca inhaled the smell of the blood, finding it tempting. “Phil, she shouldn’t drink blood,” Alexander said to his brother, who avoided him and focused on Becca.

He knew I was well within my right, according to the laws we were governed by, to do whatever I saw fit after Kyrin had disrespected me so. "There is one last thing," he said. "We believe that Kyrin has been abducting and draining these girls in an attempt to turn himself into a pureblood." My eyes widened at the new information. "Is that even possible?" A hum sounded from the other end of the call. "It has been speculated that should you drink enough human blood, there may be a change in the way half-bloods react to certain things. Sunlight, strength, coercion, all these things are affected."

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a glow over the dense forest that was filled with leaves. Shadows danced among the trees, and the air was thick. Noises could be heard, the smell of furs also lingered in the air. Freya stood at the edge of the clearing, her amber eyes scanning the gathering wolves. She was no ordinary wolf. Her fur was a mix of gold and black, a testament to her dual heritage. Half werewolf, half witch, she straddled two worlds, yet belonged to neither. As most of her werewolf companions saw her as.

"Sounds fun, doesn't it? You'll never personally recover from this. Not only that, but I didn't expect you to actually show up here alone." I rolled my eyes. "Am I here to settle business with you, or listen to your stupid villain monologue?" Ayla chuckled. "You think you can be around Damien, who has royal blood, with your unimportant status?" Her voice was sweet, poisonous. "Sure, he may have feelings for you now, but wait until he sees what took place with you here today." I blinked. "...Did you just call me a mudblood?" The joke slipped out before I could stop it.

The guards who had rushed in froze where they stood. Confused by their reactions, I looked down at myself. Blood was dripping from my wrist where his nails had scratched through my skin. But it wasn’t the blood that stunned everyone into silence. It was the color as it was Purple. My heart stopped because it was a crime. An abomination. The worst halfblood to be. A trait known only to belong to the Igutus — the halfborns born of lycan and werewolf blood. The cursed hybrids of the Ashborn pack. The very species Tovar had just condemned moments ago.

“My eyes are burning and I have a headache. I think I am going to fall sick anytime.” “It is normal for newly turned to feel that way, or better still, because of the blood that now runs in you,” Bathilda said. “Who is she again?” Harper asked Amber. “I am Bathilda from the Blackburn Coven, a Nightblood and the army commander of our Hedda, the Chosen One; Kyra Blackburn,” Bathilda introduced herself. “The Chosen One,” Harper repeated and she turned to Amber. “Did Mr. Evans not say something like that while rea—”