Shrieking Shack Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

I replied in a tiny voice as I took the shawl and wrapped it around me, not like it helped to hid anything since the whole of me was on display. The Mareikura, held me by hand into another chamber and this chamber sat roughly twenty people not counting my husband who sat with them and was watching my every move. When one of the people separated from the rest of the crowd, he took my by hand and led me to the hole dug in the ground and filled with a strange purple liquid that was not water, it seemed like thick glue that was alive and kept moving. “In you go.” The person ordered, leaving me at the edge of the hole while returning to the position he was first in.

I knew he'd keep her safe. "Just go! Find Poe," I yelled, fear gripping me as I watched more witches climb the ladder after them. Rough hands pulled at my arms, setting me upright. Liam hesitated only a moment longer before disappearing from the skylight. One of the witches caught my attention as they stepped in closer, reaching into their sleeve, revealing a small vial. "Wait, what's that?" "I'm sorry," he whispered as he closed the distance between us, and I could finally see into the shadows under his hood.

“And they don’t know I exist?” Victor shook his head. “Not yet.” Ethan looked at the black sedan. Then at the mansion looming behind him. Everything in his life felt like it was standing on unstable ground. “If I agree, where would I go?” Ethan asked quietly. “The Cross Estate.” “That place still exists?” “ It was rebuilt in secrecy. Only the inner circle members are aware of its location.” Victor replied. Ethan exhaled slowly. “And you expect me to just walk into this life?”

Her violet eyes bored into mine, completely void of a single expression, before they shifted to my fingers which were still standing frozen a few inches away from the box. “I'm fine,” I straightened, reaching for the cover of the box to shut it. “I just thought if it's a dark object, it shouldn't be wide open,” I mumbled taking a few steps backward, willing whatever strange magnetic pull that still lingered to completely vanish. I ignored Triss’ silent stare, bringing our focus back to the Grishan witch held in the spelled witch dungeon down in the basement. “I'm assuming this shakra belongs to the prisoner?”

"Is that what you thought? That sleeping with a woman would somehow rewire my brain? My heart? That you could fuck the gay out of me?" "No Lancaster man has ever had such desires before." His voice turns dangerously quiet, like the calm before a tornado. "Five generations of honorable men, building a legacy you seem determined to destroy." My hands clench into fists so tight my nails draw blood from my palms. "So that's it? I'm a genetic mistake? The first Lancaster to break your precious mold?"

Morgan shouted unintentionally. "Fûck you!" Sabrina barked, slapping her. Morgan spranged up and raised her hand to slap her back in anger... "Do it! Ok? Do it and leave this house tonight, bloody orphan!" Sabrina dared. Morgan's hand went down, and Sabrina left the room. Morgan sat back on the bed, burying her face in her palms. * NEXT DAY, 7:30PM~LEGACY COLLEGE* It took weeks to build a mirror maze, but the arts department did it with adequate help from the other faculties.

Not again. Without thinking, I jumped out from behind the table, desperation driving me. “STOP!” I shouted, my voice hoarse with fear and rage. The witch didn’t even flinch. Before she could respond, I grabbed anything I could find—vials of liquid, jars, anything on the table—and started hurling them at her with all my might. The bottles crashed into her, spilling their contents across her dark robes. I didn’t know what I was hoping for—maybe a reaction, maybe some kind of sign that I was hurting her. But instead, she just stood there, unfazed, her eyes narrowing with irritation.

He quickly hid when he saw a shadow. Who was that? Huan entered a room. He heard the sound getting closer. The sound of several footsteps. He held his breath. The shadow passed through the room he was in. After a while, Huan ventured to poke his head into the doorway. The shadow turned towards the basement. Quickly, Huan sneaked after it. The basement door was usually locked. He saw the bodyguards opening the door. They were holding a slave. Huan's eyes widened. He was Jake, a twenty-five year old slave. The man struggled, but the guards held him firmly.

"B-But my dad said we have to finish the three years. Otherwise, it'll bring bad luck…" "God, you're useless! We can't count on you for anything!" they shouted before hanging up. Still, I had underestimated how spoiled Wallace really was. Only a week later, I got a furious call from him. "Marshall! I've had it! The bugs here are gigantic! I can't stand this place another day!" He was shouting so loudly that it hurt my ears. "I can't stand three years of this nonsense! I'm coming back tomorrow! I already talked to a fortune teller. He said I can just hire someone to take my place and do some ritual. I'll bring the safe back—you figure out the rest!"

One stupid woman even said she would willingly give herself to him and make babies with him if he just gave her a glance. I also found out that he was the infamous Morgan Wright, the CEO of Wright Corporation and the heir to the Wright Empire. Before my uncle finished making his call, the whispers around me had already given me a vague impression of the handsome man, and I had also come to the conclusion; he was an arrogant jerk.