Occamy Fantastic Beasts Novels & Stories

Some thing was about to happen; she could sense it. Beside her, her loyal companion, a majestic black wolf named Luna, her grandmother, exhibited a restlessness of her own. The fur on her back stood on end, her keen eyes scanning the surroundings with an intensity matching Emily's own unease. Luna Malfoy had always been attuned to Emily's emotions, and now her wolf instincts seemed to amplify the growing strangeness in the air.

“You keep seeing dead people like it’s a hobby.” Aurora rolled her eyes. “Goddess, you’re so daft it hurts.” “I’m just saying,” Dominic said with a smirk. “If she starts levitating, I’m getting a holy stick and running.” “You’ll run because you’re scared of butterflies,” Scarlet muttered. “One time!” he snapped. “And it was huge!” “It was the size of a silver coin, you idiot,” Aurora said, exasperated. “It had demon eyes!” “It had spots.”

But he never reached me. When I opened my eyes back up I was startled to find that large beast pinned against the wall by a very angry looking Lucas. Only this time, Lucas’ eyes had turned completely black, on his head stood two large horns that curled around themselves in perfect spirals. His white hair falling around his face messily. His hands had formed into talons which where currently pressed against the bodyguards throat, his nails digging into the skin drawing blood. Tormund was trying desperately to overthrow Lucas but to no avail. The more he thrashed about, the bright the shade of puce he came as Lucas cut off his air supply. Before I could comprehend what was happening, Lucas’ na

"How? No one ever survived from a Tentaculios attack." "It is because of the light, your Majesty." an ogre said. "The light, indeed." Taegen nodded his head as he watched how Jimmy's hair was dancing along with the gentle breeze. "Of course it is your hair." "What about my hair?" Jimmy asked. "The Tentaculios is one of the Dark Creatures who live in the complete darkness for many years. They are known to be the most dangerous ones in Fantasia, no one has ever had enough power to fight them, they always end up dying. The elves researched them and they concluded that the only way to fight them is to use the light. We gathered many wizards and asked them to create the strongest ray of light pos

I glanced back at the gouge marks in the floor and stared at the green markings on the walls. “I’m sure he was fucking a giant spider….” “Omen!” “What? Is the one over there hanging upside-down from the roof?” Orlando went quiet, but I heard his body slide down the wall; possibly so he could rest against it. “She has silver fur” he breathed “and little white antlers. Her eyes are light orange, and she has four tails. She has white swirly patterns through her fur. You should see it; it’s beautiful.” Jeez, it sounded like he was hypnotised. His voice wasn’t the same as it was before. He sounded like he was describing a lover to me, not some Beora’s bitch.

How come he’s there? The beast was now displaying itself in front of me. It was a breathtaking sight to behold. My jaw dropped, and time stood still for a moment. Standing tall with a majestic presence that commands attention.. His fur is a striking blend of midnight black and silver, shimmering under the moonlight like a tapestry woven from the night sky itself. I’ve never seen such a majestic creature before! Wait.. I have!! Celeste’s phoenix! That woman was annoying, but at least she had her awe-striking phoenix with her. That one, too, resembles this beast in a way. Only.. The phoenix looks like it came straight from hell with its feathers. It was feisty, too. Maybe because of its upbrin

Curling up under the warm duvet, my hands scuffle against some turbulent bare skin that is inevitably neither mine nor is it appealing at all to mine. I peel my eyes in a snap, catching the blinding luster of the befalling morning rays, and my gazes stumble upon with Ajay's owl-like eyes perched on my face. Sigh!

There was biscuits, toast, fresh butter, homemade jam, thick cuts of bacon, homemade sausage and goetta, eggs and home fried potatoes. She whispered to Christopher that you couldn't pay for a breakfast more perfect. Mr. Jameson concentrated on buttering a biscuit with shaky hands. "Damned wildcats kept me up half the night with all that loud screaming. They sound like women, I tell you!" Ashleigh's eyes got big and she felt her cheeks redden. She glanced at Christopher who pretended that he hadn't heard him. "Wildcats are around humans too much. Almost sound like they're screaming oh my god…" Ashleigh damn near choked on her eggs. She noted that the ladies were grinning and Edith nudged her

It wasn’t glossy either, it was darker than anything Sally had ever seen, and the light seemed to fall into it. Sally began to wonder if the Beast was what her former boyfriend, Malcolm, would have called an Alien Big Cat, or an ABC for short, one of the strange wildcats seen wandering the British countryside. Malcolm was a few years older than Sally and considered himself an expert in fringe studies—this included alternate history, conspiracy theory, and cryptozoology. He’d dropped out of university because he didn’t like “being told what to think,” and he wanted to devote himself to learning “the hidden truths behind modern history.”