Mudbloods Harry Potter Novels & Stories

The moment the door opened, everyone in the living room instinctively covered their noses and mouths. Even Mom, who was always so domineering, gagged at the smell. Dad froze in the doorway. He stood frozen in place like a statue. I followed his line of sight and saw myself curled up on the floor. Between the drugs and alcohol, combined with the summer heat, my body had swollen and turned black beyond recognition. The pool of dried blood at the corner of my mouth split my face in two. There was still something tightly wedged inside my fist.

"So, say it slow for the girl who missed a decade. The last fight in North Carolina popped the Gray like a blister. All kinds of crap came running out into the real world. We shacked up with the Blackwoods, made a bunch of babies, passed some supernatural laws, and spent years driving around like a popular TV show, taking out the uglies one city at a time." She took a cautious sip of the bitter sludge and winced. "Then, more poop. Some asshat magician caused a Pulse and stole the magic from the furry ones. Now humans, warlocks, and God knows what else are fighting for a pound of flesh. Was this all Asmodeus? Just his greed?"

“The blood you share is no longer just hybrid. It’s divine. Your transformation isn’t random—it’s in sync with the moon.” “The Blood Moon,” Darius added grimly from where he stood guard. “The moon of reckoning.” Ava looked up. Already the sky had begun to change. The moon, once a cold silver, had taken on a reddish hue. Faint, but visible. Like a drop of blood in water, spreading. ⸻ Day One: Ava’s hands pulsed with energy, everything she touched sparked or sizzled. Marcus barely managed to stabilize her. “Your magic is unraveling the laws of nature,” he warned.

Chaos bubbling under the surface. *Enter schools like BludHeaven. The first to integrate humans into vampire territory. But without structure? Disaster. Early trials saw fights, bloodbonds gone wrong, humans exploited or vampires accused of compulsion abuse. Social media amplified it all—X posts of "vamp attacks" going viral, Reddit threads dissecting every incident, TikToks turning accidents into scandals.*

He was just as creative in inflicting pain as his alpha was. One thing they both had in common, was that they liked their slave to be clean of any scars before they started their whipping/raping sessions, they liked to observe their handiwork when they were done. That’s why at the end of each night, they would always let me drink a considerable amount of their blood, that way come the next night, it will be like nothing ever happened to me. They were pure bloods, so drinking from them accelerated the healing process 10 times, since my healing abilities were slower than most half bloods.

The old sigils of their bloodline, the serpent, the crown, the iron rose gleamed faintly on the pages before they turned to ash. Matteo watched in silence as she spoke, her voice low but unwavering: “For centuries, our power came from blood, blood shed, blood bound, blood, curses. It made us strong, but it also made us slaves.” She lifted one of the scrolls, its ink blackened with age. “This was written in fear. In the belief that power could only exist through pain. But we have learned another way.” The parchment caught fire, curling inward like a dying heart.

However, all of a sudden, Adrian started to stop his footsteps there, and stood with his stiff body right now. Adrian hardened his facial expression there, and subconsciously started blinking his eyelids a few times. It wasn't long before his eyes started to turn slightly metallic in color. Damn, it's the smell of Alexis' blood. What happened to her right now? Is she hurting? Adrian thought to himself, when he realized what had just happened to him. Adrian smelled Alexis' blood there, which suddenly made Adrian's eyes turn into metallic color. And the thirst that he could immediately feel slowly began to fill every part of his body. Adrian tried to catch his breath, to at least quench his th

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

“They’re here!” The words struck me like physical blows. They’re here. The nightmare we’d spent weeks whispering about in council chambers had become reality. The Ironbloods. Magic-wielding killers who had burned entire villages to ash. Malakor. The warlord. I froze. The slums had taught me how to survive. How to steal. How to fight. How to disappear into shadows. But this wasn’t another tavern brawl. This was war. Monsters. Magic. Blood. Death.

Blood and Water is a story that points to a civil war in West Africa, Nigeria and the hovering hunger for survival by two teenage boys. Hope you enjoy. Completed version with no coins for now. Make sure you drop your reviews... *** Rumours of a War A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be. The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.