Petrified Hermione Novels & Stories

Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore. Morgan raised his hand to wipe away her tears; he just couldn't keep seeing her crying so hysterically and heartbroken. But when she saw his action, she flinched and backed away from him with her eyes filled with fear. His pupils shrank violently as he stared at her. ‘She was afraid of him. Did she think he would hurt her?’ He thought.

I don’t like that she’s so scared. “Please, relax. I’m okay. I think I did more damage in this case.” I smile slightly, hoping to put her at ease. I stand to my feet and bend over, holding out my hand for her to take. She looks around the hallway, as if something is going to jump out and grab her. Eventually, she puts her hand in mine and allows me to help her to her feet. Her hand is warm, but I’m missing the sparks. Maybe Mace is right and she’s been doused with wolfsbane. If so, that’s a major violation.

I asked her again. She trembled hard, but answered me truthfully. “This is hard to say, my queen. It…. It may be something from her past or from the future, because she screamed apologies, admitted what she did wrong, and …. And so many other absurd things.” Her reply intrigued me more about the spell cast on her. Petra’s scent was gone. She was alive, but was living in a nightmare. At the same time, Lucian and Neelie were also going through hell torture.

I asked and warned, and Damien replied to me, “You better not mess it up, Princess. Or else… you know what will happen to this useless witch in my hold. A head will roll for sure.” “I know,” I answered, and when I had felt sudden strong auras of the newcomers, I released to Hera’s way the burning metal I created in a flash even before anyone could move another muscle. A scream of pain echoed, and I know I did a great job of planting runes inside Hera’s body. I might have gone a bit too far by inscribing the symbols on her large bones-- the skull, two legs, chest, arms, spine, pelvis, and one a her right palm. It is, of course, painful and irrevocable as I am not as stupid as they were in no

I shouted and pointed my finger at the poor rabbit. "This poor rabbit was a person, a live breathing animal who doesn't deserve to die." I contested and glared at him, he scoffed and rotated his head. "Look—" "Where the fuck is Hemilia?" I asked, noticing her sudden disappearance. Peter looked around and we didn't see a familiar woman there. "Did we lose her?" Peter asked picking up his backpack.

There was a puppet show from near-by and a story telling booth as well. Different children had different costumes as well. Some were Hansel and Gretel, Snow White, Rapunzel, Robin Hood, Thumbelina and many more memorable fairytale characters throughout the centuries. “Looks like someone is enjoying this.” A red hooded figure approached me and I immediately recognized her from afar because of the unique devilish grin she had every time she saw me. “You look... well, Miss Blair,” I said nervously, trying to compose and calm myself since I felt a hint of happiness earlier when I was watching the festival.

ck waiting for you :) I sighed and put the cell phone on the seat. It's tiring to talk to crazy people! When will they stop being my enemy? Dammit, we're too old for these kinds of talks or fights, it's super childish because they're still bringing back the old times, they really can't forget about me. I guess, they'll still remember me until their last breath, that's how they hate me. Suddenly my cell phone rang, I felt it and looked at it. I was surprised to see Dana... my god! What is this? Did I accidentally press it?

We were losing out on this one and Yes, I did feel pity for Hermoine as she struggled for her life but I knew it was a lost cause, the injury was deep and the silver damage was much so if Reign was going to successfully heal her, she was going to have to use all her essence. I stood watching for a bit as she glowed with Hermoine but both remained in the same position with no sign of recovery until I felt the mate bond we shared begin to fade, I rushed to her side and broke the connection.

The children in the line gasps, and the chest snaps open. In the chest on a velvet pillow lies a sharp sapphire, and the Headmistress announces. "A sapphire. Apt for a telekinetic." The witches gathered burst into a cheer and clap loudly as the little girl grins, clutching the sapphire. "She'll get that in the necklace form before she starts class," Leita states. "Her aspect belongs to the paranormal category like Matron Aldar's does." “This all looks very Harry Potter-esque.” I muse. Ophelia hears this and shoots me a dirty look. “Do not speak the name of that book in my presence, I beg you.”

"That you are her long lost Aunt. That her mother conceived her by using black magic." "Don't be ridiculous," Petra laughs. "I plan on helping her learn to control her powers so she can stop using those ridiculous gloves." I let out a gasp. "How do you know about her gloves? Have you been spying on her?" Petra turns it right back onto me. "How do you know about her gloves?" "I have seen them," I roll my eyes at her. "She met Osiris at my bar." Petra's hardened stare softens. "You have seen her? You have seen our Seraphina in person?"