Petrified Hermione Novels & Stories

Now, as my fingers brushed against the faded glossy surface, a strange sense of premonition washed over me. I pulled it out. It was a picture of a much younger Earnest, maybe ten or eleven, his hair a tousled mess, his smile wide and gap-toothed. He was holding a trophy, beaming with pride. Standing next to him, her arm slung casually around his shoulders, was a girl. Her hair was a dark, glossy cascade, and her eyes, even in the grainy photograph, sparkled with an almost mischievous intelligence. It was Victoria. But not the polished, sophisticated Victoria of today. This was a girl, unrestrained, her youthful exuberance a stark contrast to the calculating coolness she now projected.

She would still be alive if I didn't become hardheaded. It was all my fault! "Stand up!" My father commanded but it can't... I don't want to leave my mother... I want to feel her embrace even just for the last time but it seems like no one wants me to do what I want because my father pulled me with all his strength for me to stand up but he won't be able to stop me. I used my ability to surround myself with fire just so no one can stop me from doing what I want. "I said stand up, Hermione!" His shout echoed all over the palace but I pretended that I can't hear him and cried my heart on my mother's chest.

- You will be young, beautiful and eternal, inside me, you will never leave, in search of immortality, which I desire. Then she stepped back and touched a red stone in the center of the huge skeleton's chest that was stretching and forming tentacles that projected above them, moving, as she began to change like a monster between tentacles coming out of her chest and a skeleton. with pieces of the missing girls like a chimera .

But Jason's childhood friend, Lilian Foster, traded her own tongue to a black-market witch for the antidote. The moment the truth was exposed, the love in Jason's eyes turned into a hatred that pierced through the bone. He sold me to the black market as a live test subject for experiments and forced me to drink a Corrosive Spellvial. My insides rotted away, and I died from sheer pain. Now, I had regressed in time, once again holding that same bottle of Love Potion. This time, I didn't hesitate. I drank it all in one swift movement.

I can't get up,i begin to crawl but its too late as i hear a voice that seems to belongs to a ghost say to me: "i am coming for you son of Hermes" The next thing I see is a saw shaped sword with chains wrapped around it handle flying towards my head at unimaginable speed.It seems to split the sky as it vibrates the real essence of destruction.I close my eyes as i await death The saw shaped sword makes its way to my neck and as it was about to sever my head from from my body i jerked up, opening up my eyes to see myself in the tomb yard.I saw unidentified bodies lying on the floor. I walked up to the first body and turned the body over only to see my friend Austin with a ghastly bloody mark

It is incredibly harder to resist her than I thought it would be. I pull it open and watch her closely but she has pulled herself together. “It’s all...” She whispers in horror. “Petrified.” I complete for her. “Everything from the inside out.” “Goddess.” She whispers in horror.

Hunter’s right there beside her, smug as hell, and I intend to crush his throat. One good hit and I'll put this snake-ass motherfucker down and end him right fucking now. But the crowd is getting thicker around us and their cameras are flashing lights, capturing everything. I glance at Hermione. Her eyes are red, and her chest keeps jerking up and down like she just ran ten miles. She’s trying to look strong, but I know her. I know the way her chin sets when she’s lying to herself. She’s pretending she’s over me. Pretending I don’t matter.

"Oh you are that hero, pleasure to meet you." "Heroine" I corrected. She smiled again her uncertain smile. My brother patted her back for reassurance. Something weird was happening with these two which I had no idea of. That was the first time I saw someone believing in my brother more than me. "I should make introductions." My brother said. "This is my sister Cassandra." Now her eyes widen at my brother in surprise which was rather dramatical I must say because my name, Cassandra was an amazing name and I was his sister that shouldn't be such a surprise though I was more prettier than he was as we had same hybrid blood running through our veins.

I asked. "Glowing crystals at the bottom of the lake is one of the oldest spells in the book of magic. An ancient witch placed them here, also known as my mother." He told me looking so serious as he said this. "You're kidding right?" I asked jokingly which had him laughing slightly as he placed his hand on my back gently leading me towards the lake. "Your mother sounds nice," I admitted, he sighed. "She was." His response made me curious. Did something happen to his mother?

“I’m Autumn Magnus. Welcome to my tower! Your bedrooms are on the third floor. If you’ve reached the hydra, you’ve gone too far. But he’s friendly so you can pet him.” I glance at Tori. “She’s chipper.” I giggle. I get to actually see my best friend. She has very light blond hair and blue eyes. “You’re so pretty, Tori.” Tori smiles at me. “I guess it must be weird to be seeing for the first time.” “I could see some in my visions. Though Emerald told me I can’t have visions when I use her eyes.” I explain. “So I’ve got to let myself be blind sometimes.”