Rosier Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"It is a masking potion. It will completely veil your scent and the scent of the growing pup inside you. Even if the King passes within a mile of you, his nose will find nothing but grass and salt." Rosalie clutched the glass vial tightly against her chest, nodding rapidly. "Thank you, Morana." The witch turned her back on them, heading back to her fire. "Do not thank me, girl. I never helped you. As far as the world knows, you died in the blizzard. And make no mistake, if the Supreme King ever catches wind of my magic and brings trouble to my door, I will bring that terrifying trouble straight to you both as well. Now take her and leave. The storm is clearing."

That would end the fun. “I’ve got a surprise for you.” I tittered, unhooking the small container I’d brought along from my belt. The plastic lid, perforated with holes, popped right open. A single hairy leg stepped out, followed by eight others. Malik’s favored tarantula stepped onto my hand, and I grinned down at the little thing. “Her name is Rosie, but I call her sassy pants because she enjoys biting werewolves a little too much.” Harriet’s eyes went wide, shimmering with the deepest, most pure sort of fear. My abilities had been right after all.

Harry is cooing away in his mosses basket that is on it’s stand next to the table. Rosie offers him a strawberry, but I explain he’s still too little for food and can only have milk. Rosie loves her baby brother; she helps me bathe him and covers him with his blanket at bedtime and kisses him on his forehead. My phone pings, it instantly makes me feel sick, what if its him, or worse, what if its her? “Good morning beautiful, how are you feeling today? If you like I can come over when you tell the children about dickhead? Love you so much”.

It was a wild theory, but nothing else could explain the woods being empty before the sudden flash of light that preceded his appearance. Rory returned, loaded down with blood bags. Thrusting most of them into my arms, she used surgical scissors to cut open the one she held. Osiris’s head whipped in her direction as the metallic scent began to fill the air. Cautiously, she poured some into a Styrofoam cup she had thought to grab from the cafeteria on her way back. Ignoring his hissing, she moved toward him, holding the cup out at arm’s length. His movements were almost imperceptible as he snatched the cup from her hand and downed the blood.

"What are you to The Black Rose? To my brother?" He seemed caught off guard by my answer, yet at the same time, he looked pleased, his charismatic eyes holding a more curious glint as he leaned in closer, his scent drifting into my nostrils. Tobacco, lavender. The strangest yet, weirdly, enthralling combination. "You're nothing like he said you were," he laughed. "Elijah said you were soft, quiet." My breath caught in my throat. "He told you about me?"

Rosie looks at the wolf boys, who are fighting against each other. "Enough!" Rosie steps into the fight scene and spells something while mumbling and showing her hand toward Ronald; as soon as her spell touches him, he steps back, making him fall to the ground and lose consciousness. Jacob is angry as hell— he steps close to Rodald to break him into pieces. "NO, JACOB!" Aurora yelled out, and Rosie looked at them with wide eyes. To Be Continued

“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?”

"Harry Potter, huh?" Rosie's cheeks warmed up as she took the book back. "For old times sake." Anthony's eyes lit up as he looked down at her, a warm and easy smile resting on his face. "Personally, my preference lies with the Half Blood Prince." Rosie's eyebrows raised in surprise. "You... like Harry Potter?" "Who doesn't?" He chuckled, tilting his head. "Although I will sheepishly admit that I have only watched the movies and not read the books."

Cami groans, but smiles nontheless. _____ "You just have to try to read it." Rose says. "Oh kay." Luc says, looking at the book she gave him, it is the first and second Harry Potter. She gave Cami Percy Jackson, the first and second. "Promise?" "Yeah, we will read it." Cami smiles, placing her hands round her neck. "Stay here, I will get to the front and get your desired flavors." I say, and oddly enough, they are entralled by the book in their hands.

First thing she could register in her mind was the dull ache at the back of her head that was slowly getting worse the more she regained her consciousness. Then, there was the scent of roses in the air, the scent was so strong that it felt like she was sitting in a field where roses grew and she was trapped there. Everything was still dark and Rain couldn’t move her body but she could feel the pain and she could feel the hotness on her skin. Was she being taken to an oven?