Muggle Born Novels & Stories

The Voice asked. "Get out of my head! Now." Azak grumbled. *** (Aurora) Aurora looked at her mom as if her mom had suddenly grew two heads and four more eyes. What the heck was she talking about? From long line of Witches and Wizards? So, what? She was like Harry Potter? She had always believed she was just a muggle, huh! "This is- it is not- it is stupid, mom."

"We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Still, some of the kids who laughed at that little girl were not interested in that information because they already knew it. For example, Alexander was familiar with the use of the magic wand at the age of 5. His parents came from one of the richest families of wizards. They did their best to make sure their son would become an elite student. It was a tradition in Soimesti family to be winners, to be the best. It was a tradition of theirs too, not to consider the means or the path chosen to get there, the results were important… to be the best. Anyway, that does not mean he did not look forward to using his wand from his father at that lesson. After a couple of minutes, Mr. Knudlac approach

The woman looked at her like she was considering if she should tell Violet the truth or not. But apparently she opted for the first one. "My mother was a very powerful witch. She fell in love with my father, who was the Beta of our little pack. So I was born a hybrid." "A what?" Violet asked confused. She never heard that word. "A hybrid. That's what we call the wolves that were born from parents of different species. A witch and a werewolf, for example." Morgana explained. So that's what Lucinda couldn't explain to her on the previous day. So sorceresses had parents from different species.

And so, they looked for where I was. “Listen, can't you let me go this time? We all come from the wizarding world. You know better than anyone that it is not easy for our species to win.” My life was at stake as I could not move, I was at their mercy. I had no choice but to resort to pathetic begging just to save time. A wizard came forward and sat nonchalantly in front of my bed. “You're a hell of a hybrid. They are different from us. Pooh! Can anyone feel that? Disgusting! I think I'm going to throw up!”

He asked me, “How much have you read?” “Just the first part of your file. About you being born in Gaia. But Rigel is born here. And that you’re not really a Necromancer. At least, not only. The magic you use is different, but it’s similar enough for you to pretend to be a Necromancer, like in your official records.”

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 24th, 1992, 8:27 PM "... Most of his fortune was gifted to Hogwarts to pay for first-generation students' studies, and the rest, together with some land, was divided between Selena and his daughter." Erik finished his tale. Mr. Cuffe was a little shocked by that. To think that the Hogwarts' founder that was known to be a blood purist is responsible for funding muggleborns' magical studies. He needed to know more about that.

I didn't know where I was going; I just had to get as far away from the witches' coven as possible. I was born a witch and raised by an abusive human father, who decided to sell me to the coven as soon as I turned sixteen years old. Some might have thought that I would have been better off living among "my kind," but they couldn't be more wrong. The coven had continuously sold my magic to the highest bidder, turning me into a slave who works to increase her masters' wealth.

Maayan hissed on seeing his wand in my mate's hand. How could they pick fight even with these small things? "What? I'm just seeing it. How does it work?" He asked curiously to my surprise as I expected him to give a mock reply. "People born with magical abilities can use magical wands. That's a special wand. It won't work for anyone other than me. Give it back before you hurt yourself. I have not concerned about you but if you get pain, it will affect her which I don't want to happen."

“I was born from an ordinary wizard family, there was nothing special about my family but when I was growing up, they began to realize my potentials that was beyond the other wizard my age" "So they sent me over to the academy to study for a few years and I excelled in everything that I surpassed my teacher’s strength on my first year. They accelerated my course and sent me to be taught privately by a mentor who in my humble opinion, was the greatest living wizard to ever live.” He smiled “Then after I graduated, he thought my strength was too much for the wizard clan and decided to send me off here to work for the werewolves instead who at the time was just starting to have a good term with