Scriptorium Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

Quincy sneered with an outstanding command tone that Andrew couldn’t dare to challenge. Quincy continued to hit Elena while she fought beneath him with all her strength. In her inner mind, she wished Andrew would try his best to stop the Alpha, but when she looked across the room where he was standing, her heart broke seeing him just watching her get beaten up. “I thought he said he loves me?” she pondered to herself, gazing at Andrew, who kept gawking solemnly at her. “Do something!” she screamed inside of her when she began to feel weak, and incompetent to fight the Alpha any longer.

The first time Lyra escaped the phrontistery at Crescent Pack shealmost got lost. A phrontistery was a place where high ranked young werewolves schooled. There was only seven phrontistery in the world. One located in each continent. Lyra’s pack, the Moonstone pack, was situated in West Virginia, United States, North America. The Crescent Pack was the pack in North America that had a phrontistery. It was located in New York, United States, North America.

She could feel her blood boiling even though she was just a young girl. The students in the class were silently cheering on War Legate Draco. To enlighten the students about today’s event, the teacher said, “Students, this man on the screen is our war legate, War Legate Draco. He had hunted down and killed the Luposians a few days ago for stirring up trouble in Swallowston.

"And worth the wait, right?" Rita rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. As the professor droned on about elemental theory, Derek nudged her. "You know, the real secrets aren’t in these lectures. They’re in the restricted section." "The what?" "The library’s hidden wing. Full of grimoires they don’t want students touching." His voice dropped. "I’ve got access. If you’re curious." Rita hesitated. Freda’s warning about male witches echoed in her mind—but the hunger in Derek’s eyes wasn’t predatory. It was excited. Like he wanted a partner in crime.

When the final sigil burned itself into existence, the room went dark, every candle snuffed out. And then, one by one, each flame reignited, brighter, whiter. A perfect execution of Umbralis Lux, the forbidden counterbalance of shadow and light. Professor Halden’s monocle nearly fell off. “By the gods,” he whispered. “Perfection.” The others clapped nervously. None of them had dared attempt the spell. None except me. At the back of the hall, my friend Samuel Johnson — tall, broad-shouldered, still boyish in his grin — clapped the loudest.

It means a great deal to me! ＊ The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. Above all, I felt the immeasurable guilt for pretending to be his friend to gain more information on Tyler and his connection with Villain X. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

The old monster who had ruined his life, trained him in shadow wars, and dragged his family into the criminal underground was now offering him a final, brutal choice. The wind howled against the reinforced glass of the command module as the gantry sorting yard outside continued its mechanical destruction. Noah reached out with his good hand, his fingers hovering over the glowing input keys of the master sovereign console, knowing that whichever key he struck first would write the death warrant for everything he loved.

Morgan's POV I stood in the parking lot of the main Wright mansion and took a final glance at the majestic building before entering the car. I picked up the documents on the seat and decided to look through them before going to my next meeting. I raised my chin from the documents and looked at the rearview mirror, replaying everything that just happened a few moments ago in my mind. “There's a spy amongst us who has been leaking information to my grandfather; find out who it is and report it to me,” I said to Enzo, who was doubling as my driver for today.

I replied as Orel jerked in surprise. “They have twice as much as we do Themis, surely you cannot be right.” “Oh I am right, we have something that they don’t.” I winked at him. “And what is that?” Orel asked me with skeptism written all over his tone. “The most powerful legion of the last magic kingdom that survived the fall of that era and their queen.” I replied as Orel looked at me with a thoughtful look on his face before nodding. “Okay, let’s end this war.” Orel made to stand but I covered his hand with mine.