Romance Hogwarts Mystery Novels & Stories

"We discussed the rules. I still haven't reddened that sexy ass. For the record, going in what is still his house without me is the same as one of his cars." My behind tingled and grin returned at his threat. It wasn't just the warning but the way the talk of his spanking my ass made his blue eyes shimmer. "Yes, Mr. Demetri." Nox's lips quirked upward as he reached for my hand. Together we ascended the steps to an opening door. "Magic?" he asked in a whisper. "It's like Hogwarts," I said. "No, seriously, the Montague staff is magic. They can appear and disappear. I'm not sure how they do it."

"We discussed the rules. I still haven't reddened that sexy ass. For the record, going in what is still his house without me is the same as one of his cars." My behind tingled and grin returned at his threat. It wasn't just the warning but the way the talk of his spanking my ass made his blue eyes shimmer. "Yes, Mr. Demetri." Nox's lips quirked upward as he reached for my hand. Together we ascended the steps to an opening door. "Magic?" he asked in a whisper. "It's like Hogwarts," I said. "No, seriously, the Montague staff is magic. They can appear and disappear. I'm not sure how they do it."

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

With a triumphant gleam in my eyes, I descended from the ladder, the ancient spell book in hand. I approached the bubbling pot, skimming through the pages of the spell book to confirm the ingredients I needed. “A feather from a raven, three drops of moonlight, a lock of the woman’s hair who you want to be forgotten, a pinch of dream dust.” I walked over to the shelf that contained the required ingredients. I had cut some strands of Isabella’s hair when I had invited her to the palace. One by one, I added the ingredients into the boiling pot and watched with an evil delight as the liquid boiled.

But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real. "Wait, so there are actually people with magical powers?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around this new information. "Yes, and it's not just limited to humans. There are also fantastic creatures like dragons, unicorns, and even talking paintings," She replied, her eyes sparkling with wonder. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like a world full of endless possibilities and adventure. "And the best part is, Harry Potter, the famous wizard, goes to Hogwarts too. He's the chosen one, destined to defeat the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort," Renee continued, her voice filled with excitement.

It’s more than just a marriage, its a spell. The door opens again, and the next bride down the aisle is also familiar, but in a gentler, way. She’s mate’s best friend and cousin, Hazel, who marches with bold steps wearing a more traditional gown of chantilly lace and white silk. Her twin brother, Hawthorne, walks her down the aisle with his head held high, his witch’s robes billowing behind him. He had come to this capital as a powerful mage, the heir to Araminta’s coven, and until moments ago, he had no idea that he was also a wolf, a gift from his absent, abusive father. Newly mated, he has become a hybrid like so many of us gathered here today, and to everyone’s surprise, my new Beta.

Lucas/Omri After realizing the potions were wearing off a lot faster than they should, it is causing me to spend a lot more money than I should. I had contact with a witch who worked with a very powerful witch that I could make my face permanent and allow me to impregnate my wife. This will cost me a lot of money and deep favors in return, I don't know if I am ready for that yet but she was adamant that is how it will be, a life debt. However, I had asked her if there was a way that I could block Michael from ciphering the magic in the castle which I believe is weakening my potions. I had made contact with my witch and was given a time to meet her, Halle had also wanted me to meet her and I

I straddled him to deepen the kiss when we heard a whistle behind us. “If I had known you guys would give this kind of show, I would’ve brought popcorn.” I broke away to see George and Harry walking towards them. I jumped up to greet them, pulling them both into a hug. “What are you guys doing here?!” “You think we’ll leave you going against a crazy witch without our help. Besides, I have never seen a grimoire up close before,” Harry said with a sparkle in his eye. I looked at George, who rolled his eyes as Harry gushed about the books Mirja let him keep.

said Roman, eyeing the spell suspiciously. Nora glanced over at him. “You’re not suddenly pro-Merrick are you?” Roman shook his head. “No, but uh…. I sent Glinda here to try and help you escape, and she agreed, because Merrick is supposed to be her True Love.” Winter made a face. “Witches aren’t really supposed to know that sort of thing. True Love kind of just happens. Both people usually know when it does. It’s weird that she would say something like that.”

He waved back, blew me a kiss, and told me he'll see me soon before bringing the car to life and driving off. I sighed contentedly and smiled. I have a good feeling about the Matching. I have a good feeling about Finn, and how we would most likely get Matched. I trodded back to the bookstore where I work, lunch bag in hand. "I'm sorry we don't have a copy of that book anymore, Mrs. Salazar. But we have new arrivals you might be interested in," I heard Madi tell a middle-aged woman with hawk-like eyes and black curls in a practiced politeness as I slid behind the register, tucking away the bag.