Second Wizarding War Novels & Stories

Sora growled. Sora pressed Aidan’s arm against the wall until his sibling’s bone snapped with a sickening *crack*. His silver eyes glowed with an ice-cold hatred, ready to tear apart anything that had ever tried to control his life. Vardan stood behind him, staring at his hybrid’s back with a mixture of pride and horror. Their bond was now permanent, sealed with blood, pain, and a transformation that could never be reversed. The great war had just begun, and Sora was the storm that would destroy everything.

Lucien was on a rampage. His scarred face made people impossible to recognize the famed King of Werewolves, who was once a ruler. He ran through everything that came in before him. Many witches and wizards stood alerted by the 2nd floor as they welcomed the werewolf with a spell. Pegasus sighed as she lift her hand. 'Fereis' she mumbled the spell under her breath. Her dark magic flowed through the air like green, bewitching fire. She caught up with the fast-moving beast in time, throwing the spell on him as she stopped him in mid-air.

I had just stepped out of Lord Alaric Seraphiel's west-tower study when I ran into Adrian and his brothers in the gallery. The moment they saw me, the Seraphiel heirs went quiet. Then Lucien gave a lazy whistle, and the others burst out laughing. “Well, look who came crawling back again. Elena Drakon really can't stay away from Adrian's golden wings.” “The great dragon heiress chasing an angel like a lovesick fool. House Drakon must be bursting with pride.”

The wolves at the edge of the forest vanished as quickly as they'd come, melting into the shadows like mist at dawn. But their words lingered in the cold air, settling into my chest like something that would never leave. *The half-blood has defeated her enemy. Now let's see if she can defeat herself.* I stood at the edge of the camp, Stellan's hand in mine, and felt the weight of those words press down on me. Ronan was dead. The war was over. But something was still coming. Something that had been waiting for this moment since before I was born.

The counselor stood up and announced, “Times up Mr. Stone, we have to get Thomas back to school.” “When do I get to go to my new school?” Thomas asked me. I leaned over to him and said, “We are going to do everything we can to make it happen really fast.” I smiled and watched him walk away before saying, “Jason, you were right, he needs a second chance too. How long will it take?” “Tessa, are you sure? Be honest with me,” he said. “I want to, I have no doubts. He needs us. Would we still have to wait six weeks, it wouldn’t make sense.”

jokes. Every time, it was something new. I was beyond frustrated. Nick texted me after the fourth failed attempt. Nick: “Still not getting anywhere?” Me: “Your cousin is driving me crazy.” Nick: “It’s what he does best.” Me: “Must be in the DNA.” Nick: “I will ignore that. Want some help?” Me: “No.” **** Ultimately, the werewolf court gave me an order compelling Mara Voss to comply with the deposition, AND it agreed to send a council representative to monitor the proceedings.

"I know." "You know?" "Yes. For some reason, I made his eldest child my fiancé." "Fiancé? So you've managed to move on from James?" Mitchell blinked in disbelief, then returned to focus on the conversation he had interrupted earlier. "Hugo thought I could save his eldest children, considering that I'm the only half-blood warlock here who has lived for a long time. I clearly rejected the idea. Potions, or whatever they are, won't be able to withdraw the curse until the gods themselves remove the curse from this area."

I chose Damon. Damon gave me a soft, warm smile. Iris, though, was beyond furious, and he lunged forward. "You're into me. Everyone from the four great clans knows it. How could you pick some werewolf from the sticks? "This has to be a mistake!" Without hesitation, the second-in-command pulled Iris back, shouting, "What are you waiting for? Take him away, now!" The guards finally snapped to it and rushed to drag Iris off. However, Iris was not about to give up. He spun around, shouting at me, "Sophie, come on! Tell them you chose me! Just say you messed up to the High King!"

Immediately I teleported to an empty lot right beside the big tree, it turns out that this is a city park. "Wow, it's lucky that this park is quiet..." I was stunned after turning around and seeing the buildings around. "Heeehhh are you serious? Wahh metropolis in the wizarding world? Elves? Demihumans? Wohh!"

“But several of the parents found those bottles and used your magical embers to make bombs.” “What?” The word comes out in a whoosh. Zayn simply nods and shrugs a shoulder like this isn’t a crisis with my name written all over it. “The old wizarding parliament building is actively burning to the ground as we speak.” My jaw drops to the floor. He continues, “My uncle Bartholomew is dead, and his men are as well.” He flexes his fists, and I notice the blood on his fingers. “We are officially at war.”