Quidditch Books Novels & Stories

Anna clicked her tongue, "so tell me, Anita, who wrote the four books?" "The books were written by Adele," Anita said, "your grandmother. The first queen of the witches. That is when you were really Zaekyr." She said. "Adele?" Anna stared at her. "Yes. But she only wrote the first three books." Anita said and hesitated, "As you can see the last book is full of dangerous magics and spells, including the death spell, that's why you can't memorize anyone of them and that's why the book was not able to be copied into different pages, because the writers would inevitably learn the spells and die before they can learn to control it."

Lark said. Earth released his grip and he can't see Lark anymore. “Why? Where did you go?” Earth asked. “Oh, you can't see me now, that's because you are seeing me for the first time, it's just temporary. "So only by physical contact can I see you" he still couldn't believe it. Now that there is somebody he can speak to, he no longer felt lonely. "Do you know what is the name of this house of the academy?" he asked and continued asking more questions such as where can he find the books that contains information about the academy of magic and the like.

Astrid said, giggling and waving her hand. "Alright. Let's take a little break. Later on, you can try the elevator without me. I’ll be waiting downstairs,” said Draco. After letting Astrid sit down and rest for a few minutes, Draco asked. "So what are we looking for here?" Draco asked. “We look to the History of Magic section. We start there. I think there are many history books on the formation of the Kingdom and the formation of the Magica Sorcerers Union," Astrid said. "OK, let's try looking in the History of Magic section," Draco replied, stepping to the bookshelves and starting to pick up some books.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

“What year is it?” “It’s 1592 in the year of our Lord.” Isabella ran back into the cottage. The hourglass was no longer there. She wondered where it went. Then she ran back outside. The girl was confused by Isabella's actions. “What are you looking for?” “The hourglass! It was sitting on the table but I couldn't find it.” “I know why you can't find it.” “Why?” “That’s because a witching glass can only exist during the time it is made or enchanted. Therefore the one you used doesn’t exist now.”

" Okay, I'm ready now. I left the room anxious about what might happen today. Arriving at the garden, everything was perfect, I was sure that after this night, everything would work out between us. I went to the table, which was placed perfectly in the center of the garden and sat down to wait for my husband. Meanwhile, I was reading the book about the four kingdoms of the southern continent, about what each one did to prosper: my kingdom, Summer, was the first on the page, it was known for raising healthier animals, both for work and for food. Second was the Spring kingdom, which planted several fruit trees, one more delicious than the other. Third came the Winter kingdom, which produced th

Inside: Not yet. I began scanning the shelves. Titles of all kinds filled the aisles. My hand slid across the spines at my eye level. A hard-covered green book smelling faintly of old paper drew my attention: The Origin of Elemental Sorcery. Then another—its gold embossed symbols of the four elements shimmering under the light: A History of Ignith, Hydros, Terragaia, and Glacius. Moving to the next shelf, I spotted a worn leather-bound book, edges frayed from overuse: Hybrid Wolves with Magical Signatures. And a thin one compared to the rest: The Forbidden Transition Between Elements.

Garrett The clearing is exactly as I remembered from my scouting trip yesterday. Secluded, peaceful, with a small stream running along one edge. I've set up blankets, cushions, and most importantly—a stack of books. Iris stops when she sees it, hand flying to her mouth. "You did all this?" Her voice is soft with wonder. "I wanted it to be special." I guide her to the blankets. "And I found something I thought you'd like." I hand her the top book. It's old, leather-bound, with gilt lettering. "Advanced Theories in Shield Construction and Consciousness-Based Magical Architecture."

The guy never seemed to give up. “I just want to talk, Liora,” he said, sauntering after me. “Well, I don’t.” I ran my finger across the spines of some books and selected one—the title was “The History of Witches: From Soothsayers of Historical Courts to Modern-Day Frauds”. I added that one to the growing stack in my arms and kept walking, picking up my pace this time. Zane chuffed and jogged after me. “Would this change your mind?” Before I could get away, Zane held something in front of my face: two pieces of paper. I frowned and took a step back, swatting his hand out of my way.

Shut the door and climbed back into the passenger seat. “Let’s go.” He said, banging on the dash. THE END **Thank you for reading Rise of a Queen. I hope you enjoyed the adventure. And is it truly the end?** Find out what happened to King Kellen in the third installment of The Delta’s Daughter. The Gladiator Wolf King – Book 3 will concentrate on Kellen and more of your favorite characters. I hope you will join me on a new adventure. The Gladiator Wolf King - Completed and out now!