Scabior/hermione Novels & Stories

The mayor had called Hermione to inform her of the bribe Peach Brickley had donated.Hermione's initial plan had changed in the past few days.They'd shown her that they were still as cruel as they were before.She intended to be ruthless.She wanted revenge and she wanted it badly.She wanted a different approach though.

Hastening his steps, Erik caught up with Joan and Leona, and the trio continued their slow walk back to the main chamber. As Erik, Joan and Leona reached the main chamber, they came across a scene that made them stop in place. The scene in front of the was a sad one for those who knew the history behind it. Selena was standing over Hilda's body while petting it. The basilisk body was unmoving, and its basketball-sized yellow eyes were closed. Permanently. On its head, just a little above the place between its eyes, standing still like the legendary sword in the stone, was Slytherin's sword, with more than half of its blade buried deep in the basilisk skull. Hilda was finally resting and no o

Nathan exclaimed. "But do you know what? I can sense the struggle within you as you grapple with the question of who truly holds your heart—" "Your constant chatter is exhausting to listen to!" With a swift and decisive motion, I sliced through their path, leaving them behind in my rearview mirror. "We're laying it all out there, no sugar-coating or holding back. Hermione's fury knows no bounds regarding protecting herself, and she will stop at nothing to sabotage anyone who dares to harm her. On the other hand, Artemis is known to be fickle and may leave you for Kade without a second thought—"

"You're gorgeous! Like, seriously, your face card is insane!" "Sabrina, give her space to breathe," the second girl said, but she was smiling too. This one was taller, willowy, with warm brown skin and natural hair pulled into a high puff. She had a quiet elegance about her despite lounging in pajama pants and an oversized sweater. "I'm Helione. Don't let Sabrina scare you off in the first five minutes." "I'm not scary!" Sabrina protested. "I'm enthusiastic! There's a difference!"

However, he was right here, battling close by his long-term rival, Sebastian, and his pack. An unexpected development got his attention, and he looked as Sienna, her body turned and mutilated by Selene's wizardry, sent off herself at Athena and Sebastian. Scar felt an ache of compassion toward the previous Luna - he had never genuinely believed her, yet even he was unable to envision the torture she should be persevering, her psyche and body under Selene's influence.

She prances over to one of the women, dancing around her excitedly before rubbing her fur against her. I watch as the woman kneels down and pets her fur lovingly. "You're very special to me, Nia. This isn't your fault," she says, causing Nia to howl softly, acknowledging what she's being told. "My name is Hecate, little one," the woman with long dark hair responds. She stands tall in front of the other two. Her black, wavey hair matched the darkness of the dress that flowed to her ankles. A silver crown with a crescent moon resting in the middle, each point of the moon facing the sky.

I know he will fight Craige once he makes a wrong move and he's just trying to control the situation. "No! This talk is dismissed and I will meet you in a war instead!" He said in rage with finality in his voice before turning into a werewolf and leaving the palace in mess and leaving me there, smirking at my father who's now looking at me as if he's done. "I can't believe you, Hermione! How dare you disobey me! You do know what the consequences of what you did are! How can you be so selfish?" He shouted at me, still controlling his temper but I know that he will lose it just in a few seconds.

“Longer, miss. I’ve worked here as his housekeeper for the last five years. I’ll get you water!” “Oh, what’s your name?” I asked, liking her chatty nature. I could make friends with her and get to know a lot about my captor! “Stella Hawkes! I know you’re Hermione Averoff!” I gasped at the way she pronounced my full name. I hated it. “Please call me Hera. I hate my full name!” “Why? It’s so exotic, a symbol of intelligence in our era! Hermione was the daughter of the Greek messenger God, Hermes. I’m sure you know that already!”

We don’t always use our Alpha titles during sex, but sometimes it’s fun and this is one of those nights. “Goddess, yes. I need to feel you inside me. Please.” She begs, practically whimpering, her emerald green eyes pleading with me. Those eyes. When Scarlett turns those big green eyes on you, it’s like she’s looking directly into your soul. It’s almost unnerving, yet at the same time, you never want to pull your eyes away from hers.

While the students were gathered, she walked into the assembly hall slowly with a calculative step, putting on a black hoodie, which was pulled over her face. She wore her oversized black sunglasses which shielded her eyes from having eye contact with her classmates, and to prevent people from seeing her reddish and puffy eyes. She tried suppressing the emotional pain that emerged from her. Her jeans hung loosely on her waist and her white sneakers were too clean, like they hadn’t touched a single dirt. She wrapped a dark blue scarf around her face, covering the scar that still carried a fresh wound that ached her. Her hands were buried in the pocket of her hoodie.