Novel & Cerita Narcissa Harry Potter

“ Are you Derek? Hello, I am Ginny. I will be in charge of teaching you about the foundation of magic,” Ginny introduced herself to him, she was a very beautiful woman. With her red hair that floated behind her and brown eyes that were filled with warmth that he had never seen after the death of his mother.

My sight went everywhere, just to locate her seated on the wood at the high ceiling with her feet moving simultaneously. "You're a ghost, like me!" I gave a slight nod. Sadness suddenly overtook me when I realized how lonely she must have been. I was lucky since Jax and Kai could see me. Only I could see Narcissa. We have bonded since I was a child, and her appearance never changes. "Something weird is happening. Hopefully, this is a dream, and you're here to save me." Narcissa pursued her lips while squinting her eyes. "No?" I shake my head as I wait for her response.

She raised her hands in the air and shouted something that I could only guess was a spell. As soon as she had finished her incantation, the wolves immediately stopped what they were doing, and shifted to human forms once again, as did I. “Who are you?! I asked her, “my name is Narcia, I am a witch as you probably guessed, these wolves, they had their memories taken from them long ago, when Jett decided he would take over this pack. He is not a real Alpha, he had me paralyze them all and he just slaughtered them where they stood” she fell to her knees and burst into tears, “I’m so sorry, I had no idea the lengths he would go to. I wish I could take back everything that I did to hurt you all,

Laura grinned, "You bonded with Safe Haven way before you knew how to speak." "Larry's from here?" Andrew asked. "Nope, your bond with him is on another level." When they arrived at the witch's home, Andrew found himself unable to enter because the hallway and her reading room were cluttered with mirrors. The witch had to come out to meet them. Andrew jumped back, she was the splitting replica of the moon goddess's apparition to him. To make matters worse her name was Serena. When he'd explained his shock to them she produced a locket of a woman who also looked a lot like her.

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

She thinks I'm a good person? She's the only person I know who has told me I'm a good person. People call me Draco in the underworld, and most people associate it with the devil, dragon, demon, etc. But my fiery kitten thinks I'm a good person. Would she have the same view about me if she knew and saw what I was capable of? I know I'm not a psychopath who just kills people without thinking, but I've taken down some people because the world would be a better place without them, so I guess I did something good.

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

Ella’s POV Before I jump into the story that is my life, let me tell who I am first. My name is Ella, I am 17; soon to be in a few weeks 18, years old. I have brown eyes that are a bit wider than most people, which scores me some beauty points that make up for having a common boring eye color like brown. My skin is snow white and my body is mostly skin and bone; meaning I am very tiny and slim. The most beautiful thing I love about myself is my hair. It’s golden, very voluminous, and curly. It makes me stand out in a crowd, which is exactly why I always have it in a bun and secure it in a beanie hat. Because standing out is the last thing that I want. Why you ask? Well…

"First of all, I'm going to test your determination and the skills you probably possess. You will spar with Charlotte who is a red blood like you. Then, you will spare with Nazu, she's a full blooded Silveran. You tap out once you feel like you can't go on any longer, do you understand?" "I understand" Nazu's gaze met Hazel's and at once, Hazel knew that this woman was a nasty threat. She was just as tall as Hazel and she was perfectly toned. Her silver eyes were menacing and she wasn't smiling. Nazu was beautiful, just like all Silverans were, but there was just something about her that was off.

The mocking sound echoed sharply off the stone walls. "Seven thousand years..." He shook his head, stepping toward her and extinguishing the tiny flame between two fingers. "Seven thousand years... for this? What an extraordinary waste." He opened the Black Ledger one last time, writing with slow, deliberate strokes: Experiment 773. Awakening Result: Common Fire Authority. Conclusion: Failure. The book snapped shut with finality. "You can hardly remain "Experiment 773 forever," he said, looking down at the kneeling goddess. "From today onward... your name is Nysera."