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To be honest even I didn’t know what we were supposed to do with this symbol. She smacked her head and instructed, “Tyson, place your palm on the symbol of dragon….” She didn’t have to explain the rest. Zarina and Caleb placed their hands on the respective symbols. Aurora exhaled forcefully and passed by me when Tiara caught her hair. She leaned towards her and I had to let her go to her mother. Aurora’s hands trembled as she placed her hand on the second petal with the symbol of a witch. My heart pounded against my ribs as we waited in anticipation.

Welcoming party? He pulled a white stick from his dress and I realised it was his wand. He rotated it with a chant and the place darkened. I used my wolf vision and found him moving his wand in darkness. The sound of buzz followed by fireflies started coming into the room out of nowhere and it started assembling into words. I gasped when the formation completed and the result was totally unexpected– Happy birthday, Cupcake!

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

She sighed, then glanced to the left, where another portrait was hanging on the wall. In this portrait, a woman stood there. Her left hand raised in the air at an angle. And her right seemed to hold a book. On her head she wore a hat, which had a point at the top. Her head was tilted to the left, where you could only see the left side of her face. And her hair was a dark brown, that looked like it flowed endlessly behind her. There were colorful colors that could be seen over her left hand, as if portraying something. Blues, greens, purples, and pinks colliding together at the top forming a colorful ball above the streaks underneath. On the tree to the right, a broom lay against it, with a c

"Luna, can you teach me some magic, please?" ‌ Luna knelt down and ruffled Rosey's hair. "Of course, my dear. But remember, magic comes from the heart. It's not about flashy spells; it's about love and intention." ‌ And so, Luna began teaching Rosey the basics of magic. The young werewolf practiced diligently, and soon, she could make flowers bloom with a flick of her paw. It wasn't long before Rosey became known as the "Little Sorceress" of the pack, enchanting everyone with her budding magical talents.

“I’m Kora’s son and I am here for the mystic orb.” The Grand Wizard of Ouxs makes his way to Lucas as he began to speak. “I know who you are. I can see her fractions in you. I would have welcomed you as my son, but right now, all I see in you is an abomination. Your kind has defiled the creed of wizards and has brought shame to wizardry by embracing the form of a werewolf. All I can give you is death!” The Grand Wizard of Ouxs raised his hand and mysteriously a blue glittering round orb appeared. With the orb, he fired a jet of lightning toward Lucas.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

“—is not Nora. This one, Luna, died in the forest.” I met his eyes, my own steady. “Did she, or was that what you wanted everybody to think?” The crowd fell silent once again. "My power burst forth. A faint shimmered around me, wavering as light. I glowed with bursts of gold and silver; it was no longer just my wolf energy but an ancient, godly glow. The ground vibrated with energy below me." Varek sneered, taking a step back. “This—this is sorcery! She’s possessed

They would often watch the younger pups at play, their hearts filled with the joy and wonder that filled the now-peaceful lands. One evening, as the stars began to pepper the darkening sky, Ronan surprised Lyra with a gift—a handcrafted necklace made from polished moonstone, its surface reflecting the moonlight with a soft, ethereal glow. The pendant, a miniature wolf’s head carved with exquisite detail, symbolized their shared journey, the challenges they had faced together, and the unwavering loyalty they had developed for one another. He fastened it around her neck, his touch lingering on her skin, his eyes filled with a depth of emotion that mirrored the love that resonated between them.

No way! Nero narrowed his eyes as he looked warily to Audrey. But to his surprise, he saw Audrey pointing her wand to him and whispered, THA MEÍNEIS OXYGÓNO [Noooooooooo------ Err???] Nero waited to feel something weird after the spell was successfully cast to him but he did not feel anything. He ran in front of the mirror and checked his own reflection. He wants to take a look if see if Audrey did something weird on his face. Well, he still had a phobia because last time he checked Audrey has a hard time casting proper spell. The cat stuck his tongue out, counted his teeth and whiskers, turn around and checks if his tail was still in place, he basically checked everything about his body.