Ominis Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

At a quiet alcove near the throne, Queen Mother Ivora’s elder nanny, Mistress Vandis—once her childhood mentor in courtly ritual—stepped forward, gray hair braided with silver filaments of old blood-magics. Her voice was soft but carried like poison. “Your Majesty, if I may speak on the matter,” she murmured, and when given permission by the King himself she continued, “there exists a rite older than even the Moon’s Judgment. A shadowed weaving of bone and essence that can bind even divine scars… for a price.” A pin-drop hush fell. Eyes darted toward the nanny: Queen Mother Ivora again paled for the briefest instant, then her eyes narrowed. She smiled—thin, hungry. “Tell me more.”

"Miss Fey, miss DeLuca, just in time," "Hurry up now girls and take a seat," Mr. Heeley invited us with a placid smile, gesturing towards the crowded classroom, my mood however plummeting as I lastly noticed that there were only two empty seats left, one right next to fucking Josh Mendez -whom I hated with a freaking passion, don't ask- the other one being right next to none other than Death's son, a.k.a Nathan Darkhart, his intense gaze already trained on me. Fuck-no!

“This power will make me invincible. I will be unstoppable.” Before the darkness could claim her completely, Granny Minama storms into the room, her heart pounding with the urgency of what must be done. She unleashes a counter spell, a relic from an ancient past, the words heavy and potent on her tongue—a spell so old and powerful that it has not graced her lips in decades. It’s a spell that demands a steep price, one that her frail body is ill-prepared to pay, but Granny Minama knows there is no other way. She must save her granddaughter from the same fate that claimed her father.

It only makes sense now, but I already know I shouldn't treat this lightly. Isolde asked me to give her access to my memories and it felt so intrusive. I do not know how to take it because I do not know if I have a choice yet. These witches have decided everything for me until this point. They wouldn't need my opinion now. "Why?" I leave my thoughts and ask, watching each of them like a hawk. "To defeat the Legacy Alpha, we need to start from where it all began; the Celtic Isle." Isolde holds my stare and the grave look in them has my heart racing.

And together, they embarked on a clandestine journey to the undisclosed location. The sanctuary revealed itself as an ancient cave, its walls adorned with symbols of power and protection. As Emma and her companion Gabriel cautiously ventured deeper into its depths, they stumbled upon a hidden chamber, its walls lined with ancient manuscripts and artifacts of great significance. There, they discovered a journal, its pages filled with the writings of an Elder long since passed. The journal chronicled a time of strife and betrayal within the pack, revealing the existence of a secret society that sought to harness the Moonrise Legacy for their own selfish gain. The traitor, it seemed, was a pupp

Sunshine screams as the mixture flying through the air strikes her down. I step inside the protection ring. I reach out to make an opening and pull her onto our side to protect her, but before I can pull Sunshine into my magic protection, one of the minions grabs Sunshine. He hits Sunshine one time with the salty-smelling potion, and it penetrates her body.

It was basically accepting that you are no longer your person. In contrast, being nurtured by a large clan was a different situation. Such individuals were called ‘Legacies’ and unlike disciples, their relationship with the clan could be best described as a business transaction. The clan did their best to grow them into the most potent of beasts, and they lent their names our to the clan in return. The weight of their names was enough to boost the authority and standing of the clan so that others dared not mess with them. That meant that Legacies were individuals of unparalleled talent. If they grew to match their potential, they were called ‘Crowns’. Galbraith was one of them; hence his mon

"And as Vampires, we are the heavens, we are superior to the witches, dragons, and other creatures out there, and to show that we aren't to be trifled with....Viscount Magnus Lestat, Viscount Emiel Velkan, and I,the king along with Hugo the head of the armies, And other armies that will be duly selected by Hugo, we will invade the witch's Lair and Get Queen Feyre" The lords stood up at the same time in an upright manner. The king gazed at everybody, At Hugo in particular, who was standing at the end of the door, his trusted Army man before the king shouted "And that's my decision!" Everyone present in the room, all Lords and armies bowed to the king. "Long live the King Of Hagrid"

“…An honor?” For a moment, he thought he had misheard. Nobody ever spoke to him like that. Not in his world. Inside the Hayes mansion, he was called useless. A burden. A mistake. Honor didn’t belong anywhere near his name. He let out a short, bitter breath. “If this is some kind of joke, I’m not interested.” “This is not a joke, sir,” The voice replied immediately. “My name is Victor Hale. I am the chief steward of the Cross family.”

Aunt Zinnia gave her memories to me before she died, I knew them even if I never meet them before. "We apologize for the trouble, let me fix this," Miradel said and hurriedly climbed up to me. She was about to hold my arm. "Do not lay a finger on my Miradel." Her eyes widen when she froze. "Who are you? And how did you find this place?" A man with black and gray clothes asked. "I am here to have words with you, Lord Granite and Lord Cultor." "And who are you to demand?" Lord Cultor asked. "I am the only descendant of Lady Minerva." Lady Minerva was my grandmother. Trigonia was composed of three divisions of witches, the builder led by Lord Granite, the crafters led by Lord Cultor, and the Mi