Slytherin Animal Novels & Stories

The silver-hounds were beasts of nightmare—wolves bred with dark alchemy and conditioned to hate the scent of magic. They lunged across the frost-covered grass of the valley, their jaws snapping with bone-crushing force. Lyra waited until the lead hound was inches from her throat.

With that statement, Aries hisses his agreement. Images begin to project on the wall behind her as she continues to speak. Which is weird considering she hasn't moved an inch. "Ironclad dragons. Phoenixes. Leviathans. Direwolves. Storm Gryphons. Moon Serpents. Flame Hounds. Cerberus'. Unicorns. Frost Lynxes. Kitsune. Ash Ravens. Nemean Lions." She says with confidence as the images change behind her head still without any movement. "And of course the many extinct or the now unwilling bonds that you will learn more about in your history classes." she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls.

Lucretia's eyebrows were frowned. "The little girl is very insightful," the Green Sky Python looked at the four people in front of him with interest. "Don't be surprised, Lucretia can be said to be an encyclopedia of magical beasts, and within four years, memorized all of the Creeping Magical Beasts, Flying Magical Beasts, and King Magical Beasts" Sasuke didn't say it was okay to say it Lilith and Sasuke were even more surprised to know that just a few of these types of books accounted for one hundred thousand and thirty-three thousand copies of the book!

’ She bit her lip and held back a sigh. She knew about the sorting system. It was all in the handbook. There were four houses students were sorted into based on, obviously, what type of supernatural they were. Lupercalia for werewolves, Nosferatu for vampires, Ignis, and Antheion for phoenixes and faes, respectively. Humans would be sorted into one of them based on which they had the most affinity to. But according to the Headmaster, it was better for Layla to stay in a rundown cabin instead of endangering the lives of other students. “I stay in a separate dorm,” Layla simply stated, hoping she doesn’t question further.

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Elara set the book down on the table between us, the firelight casting flickering shadows over its ancient text. “The Slythe were the Moon Goddess’s first creation,” she said slowly. “A race born of divine power, blessed with abilities unlike any other. They were stronger, faster, and held magic beyond comprehension.” Her gaze met mine, steady and knowing. “They were supposed to be her greatest masterpiece.” Something in her tone made my stomach twist. “But?” Her lips pressed together, and she turned her gaze to the fire. “But they were too powerful.”

“Then what was it?” “A shadow being,” she said. “A creature that takes the form of the dead. They mimic voices, memories, emotions. They are perfect liars.” I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “Why would it come to me?” Madam Elsie’s eyes darkened. “Because someone sent it.” I clenched my fists. “Luciano?” She shook her head. “No. This kind of magic is older than him. More dangerous.” A chill ran down my spine.

"I have only been to my school 9 times in my entire life expect exams." Nicolas was so shocked that he couldn't even hide his expression. "Shocking,I know. And lots of pack members were also a part of the same school. Which means I was bullied in school as well," Amara said. She was sounding bitter about everything and she was bitter about it to be honest. Anyone in her place would be. She was treated poorly her entire life and coming out of it like nothing isn't that easy. People take years to get over a incident or trauma they got by someone in a week.

As we pass the magical creatures, Jess looks at the Salynx in confusion. “A Salynx is a mix between a Sable and a Lynx; sometimes it’s more Lynx than Sable but it’s mostly Sable Lynx.”, I explained to her. Continuing walking until we could see Mr. Sapping; Mr. Sapping is a half-breed, dark elves; this can get mixed up with Svartálfar, which is black elves. Many people are wary of dark elves, but since he’s the only one who sells potions, the town isn’t too wary of him.

I suspected there might be Kleyphon's finger on this, but I didn't say anything. "Considering that we are talking about a witch, I believe," said Miguel, observing Zylah's body language. She seemed to be the one who most ignored the whole catastrophe in the world, she was even interested in finding out how to awaken her powers as a sorceress." Witches have a little more connection with creatures without emotional attachment, it impresses me that she has had cats, as you say. Cats and dogs are sensitive to supernatural creatures, they are disturbed. Most dog attacks only occur when one of them spots a demon. The animal goes crazy and attacks the first one around, although the demons do not us

It seemed like they were novice Hunters. Slytheria noticed a scfet door. She broke the wall down, revealing steps that led downstairs. "Another prison? ", she joked. Eida scoffed at her, going down the steps. They were still working on how to work together. "What's being with a human like'", she asked Slytheria. "How am I supposed to know that? " "Because your kind like to breed with humans" "Tribe, not kind. Not like they'd be interested in you anyway".