Second Wizarding War Novels & Stories

He looked at her and took a mental note of her appearance, it reminded him of someone which he presumed to be the great white witch. Their facial features were different, but those eyes were almost the same. It made him wonder about her and even think of helping her but he still remained scared. Scared that they could find him, the white witches and wizards ceased to exist after the war. They all dissipated and claimed their second lives, it was like the other life never existed to them. “Royal” Sofia called his name gently, hoping to warm his heart. “Your mother,” Royal suddenly said. It was just an assumption, but it might be of great assistance to her.

As the moment of truth approached, Darren's heart pounded in his chest, its rhythmic beats echoing the anticipation that filled the air. The wizard, a figure shrouded in mystery and power, had arrived to offer his aid in restoring Lucy. With trepidation and a glimmer of hope, Darren followed the wizard's beckoning gesture, stepping into the room where Lucy lay, her fragile form illuminated by a soft, ethereal light.

I had other things swirling in my mind as it was and I wanted to make sure that my sanity was in check before advancing to the next phase in this life. Marcus seemed like a mystery. Someone who didn’t like to talk about his past and how he came to be the way he is. He, on the other hand, has had a sneak peak on what my life once was. Someone such as myself was only trying to survive in a world that was so mundane, however, once the transformation took hold of me, all of my memories that I demanded that I forget came rushing back to me like a fire storm. My mother had married a warlock from when she was vacationing in London at the age of eighteen with her parents. My father, whom never said

Date: 30th December, 1474 The Dark Lord stood at the periphery of the Magna kingdom. War against the king Aldrich Eversons began. Enemies being aggressive, burst into the kingdom. Soldiers of Magna tightened their grips on the weapons. Their eyes widened as they saw witches flying towards them on their broomsticks. Although they had encountered witches several times before, having a war against thousands of them at a time was challenging. It was the first time they had a war against magical creatures.

Great just great! But as a supportive master to her pet's love life, Audrey still ended up buying the RAINBOW PARFAIT for Nero. Right after having their fill, Audrey and her friends no longer wasted any more of their time and they went back straight to the boy's dormitory. When they were already settled down at each of their own bed, the young warlocks decided to finally get on with their business. "First things first. How was your consultation with the Headmaster????" Since Niccoli was the first one to had an activity early that morning, they decided to start from him

His eyes which had returned to their normal, grey hue turned green - bright, dazzling and comforting to Cwena. He stretched out his hands, closed his eyes for a few seconds and moved his lips in small, unreadable trends, muttering a spell. The wand shook on the ground, raised to air and flew straight into his hands. “Evictendius Relarmus!” Sir Oswic commanded in a booming voice as he managed to turn and look at the tyronimic. A massive gust of wind, almost as intense as the first sprang out of the wand and pushed the tyronimic backwards a bit and him forward, out of the tyronimic's grip - not before it yanked off a piece of his leg's flesh.

“Do you truly think you can defeat the Dark Lord’s messenger?” It gestured towards Vlad’s sister, who laid unmoving, “Even their kind is no match for me.” “You’re evil,” one of the twins spat out. The figure chuckled, causing the remaining lights in the foyer to flicker, “You have no idea.” It turned its attention to the twins and spoke silently into the minds, conjuring images of blood and death. The twins cowered and trembled under its gaze. Suzanne saw what was happening and quietly waved her wand, weaving a glowing thread around her wrist and tying it into a knot before letting it float towards the mist. The golden thread stealthily latched onto the tail of the mist.

The earth quaked as he landed. Jade stepped back, awe spreading across her face. “They’re… incredible.” I smiled faintly. “They’re more than that. They’re a part of me.” Zarok’s fiery horns gleamed. “Master, I don't you were brave enough to face the danger without our help”. Zarok teased me. “The world,” I said simply. “Ariel is building an army of witches and wizards. Her daughter, Melanie, follows her footsteps.The war we tried to prevent is coming.”

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 0:39 AM "HE DARES!" Susan yells angrily. Her magic started to flow from her in waves fuelled by her feelings. Around her, the broken stuff in the piles near started to crumble and implode in themselves. It was a scary thing to watch. The Aurors and Unspeakables seemed to agree with that if the fear showing in their faces and body language was anything to be taken into account. For an adult wizard, even more one with the experience that Susan Ravenclaw had, acts of accidental magic fuelled by feelings was a very rare and almost impossible thing to see. It just showed the degree of anger that she was feeling at the momen

Then she stood up, steaming with fury and unexpectedly yanked my hair and tried to slam my face on to the mirror. I fought back but they were too many, "Hey! let me go!" Until I fell down on my knees with my forehead and knees bleeding... It seems like I bumped into the sink causing a part of my forehead to bleed... I'm feeling dizzy... All of the people were glaring at me as if I was really a flirt and a slut... none of them bothered to come near me since Jessica's brother was a troublemaker like Kou at this school.. ...Why do they have to be so mean? Is it really so wrong to want to have a happy ending? Is it so wrong to like someone?