Petrified Hermione Novels & Stories

"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?"

There would be no such solace for Rafael. Having put his new plan into motion, the Necromancer pushed his departing servants from his mind. He clapped his hands twice. A buxom peasant girl dressed in a black corset materialized from the shadows in the corner of the room. Her blond hair was fashioned into a long braid that hung down her back. The Necromancer watched as she shuffled across the floor toward him. Her face was pretty but plain, and her blue eyes, which had once sparkled with joy, were dull and lifeless, the result of all the things she had seen and been forced to do in the year since she had been taken into the castle. Her name was Petra, but if he had ever known it, he did not r

I stole my childhood friend’s doll. Then, he called to complain. I listened to him wail as the doll sat in my hand, its texture somehow akin to that of human skin. Under its skirt was something remarkably female. This left me confused. ‘Is this doll female or male?’ Then, more importantly… ‘Did it come with both organs? Or is this modified?’ He sounded hysterical over the line. Surprised by this, I accidentally squished the doll’s limbs a little.

“Do we have to run into her today?” We turned the corner and saw them. Petrusia and her clique. Her icy-white hair was tied back this time, the ends glowing faintly as if dusted with starlight. She leaned casually against a carved pillar like it was her throne, her arms folded. Her loyal trio—two girls and one lanky male, all clearly of werewolf nobility—stood around her, practically radiating disdain. “Well, if it isn’t the Border’s new celebrity mascots,” Petrusia said, eyes sliding over each of us with a curl of her lips.

DRACO'S POV "No, you don't." She said. "I just exercised it." I boasted. I like seeing her face in denial. She tried to regain composure as she said, "You bought a contract." I grinned. "I bought yours." "I am not property." She shrieked... that facial expression was satisfying. "No," I answered, taking a deliberate step toward her, closing the gap until the scent of her perfume... something floral, sharp, and entirely out of place in this den of vice, filled my lungs. "But from today onward, you won't be entertaining men inside Crimson Inferno."

Different tube of crystals sticks everywhere and those fireflies- Oh, fairies? They were tiny that I thought they were fireflies... When one of those tiny creatures may be said "hi" to her when it plays in front of her face, she realized they were fairies. How cute omg! Tinker Bell is real! She danced with them while they fly around her body as if they wanted to lift her. "Aww! This is so fun! Maybe you guys need more pixie dust to make me float," she talks to them pretending she can understand what they're doing.

Of course, Rael knows Hera! “Hera is Herman’s sister. Felicia took care of her until that girl grows up. Days were fine not until she heard a conversation that she wasn’t allowed to hear. She told me that the conversation was about the necklace, a couple necklace. She also heard that, that necklace is the only way to meet the Goddess of the moon,” I literally shivered when I heard that!

Her eyes changed too but they couldn't see that. Nico looked at me, and then back at her, then back at me. "What... What did you do to her?" Nico stammered. I could see the hope in his eyes. I knew he loved her and wanted to be with her, but pet laws prohibit him changing her into anything supernatural. "I changed her into a Pandorian." I said, with a smile. His eyes widened into saucers as Amethyst started to stir and slowly her eyes fluttered open to reveal a brighter emerald green.

She'll never forgive me and fully awaits the rejection when she finds out I wasn't lying about that aspect. Emerald has more powers and strengths than she knows. Playing friendly with Purple Moon made me realize that Declan and Emerald are Lycans. They are worried about them finding out and taking control of their pack and the few others still in control by Lycans. The King, however, is obsessed with Emerald.