Slytherin Artwork Novels & Stories

No matter what those men did, it didn’t warrant such a horrible death. “I see you marvel at the works of my hand,” he intoned, his voice filled with glee. Strong hands rested on her shoulders and twisted her enough to stare back at the carnage. “It didn’t take long to carve out this beautiful piece out of them, mouthy.” She squirmed in his arms, hating the lilt in his voice. This man here was deranged, mindless. As if he could read her thoughts, Draco hummed. “Only someone as mindless as I am would create such beautiful art, little bird,” Draco said, tracing her skin with his dagger, the very one he’d used to butcher the males.

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

The dark skin girl’s face darkened even more, but only for a moment, as Professor Smart placed a beautiful wand in her right hand. “You can keep it until you manage to make one as good. Just don't start crying because I saw thousands of girls crying and I’m fed up with it.” The girl started to smile, but not because the professor asked, but because she got a wonderful wand: reddish because of the cherry wood it was made of, with green aura surrounding both the wand and the girl's hand, from the jade stone which was on top. Lionel Squisshy got close to Elizabeth's wand again and as if he saw it for the first time, and exclaimed again, to Prince Dragoesti’s indignation:

said Lycus. "I know. Let me see,” said Albus as he took one of the magical artifacts and studied them carefully one by one. “I recognize the quality of this magic artifact. The style of manufacture is very similar to Bowen's craft, The Genius Blacksmith, a dwarf. He was rumored to be missing, but why was the skill he possessed here? After all, I recognized another magical energy here. The power of the Silver Dragon forged this magic artifact,” said Albus while narrowing his eyes.

I place it in the oven with some garlic baguettes and set the timer. Leading her to the counter to sit while we wait, I gently lift her arm to inspect the artwork on it. I am impressed, she has a red dragon design that wraps it’s whole body fully around her arm. The level of detail in this image is exquisite and almost makes it seem as though the creature could leap off her skin and become alive. I lift the sleeve of her t-shirt to be able to see all of it and the head of the animal rests on her shoulder. “This is amazing Angel, and you say you have one on your back as well?”

Saraya said and came down the front stairs to stand by my side. Adalwulf, Gloringreag Horncoat and the pale guy, opened a rolled-up fabric and unveiled a hand-woven symbol of a head of Lycan done with black thread. The fur was white but the rest of it was black, and embedded in it was a distinctive shape of a dwarf, a witch with a pointy hat and bats.

I whisper to Owen. Beneath the “werewolves” column, she neatly prints, “Owen and Ella: Reproductive Spell.” Changing from her black marker to a red one, she makes a bullet point below it: “Ella = Tyr” and “Owen = Fenrir” “We know enough about the spell that we understand the symbolism,” she says, moving to the next column. She notes there that thralls cast the spell on us. Then, under “unknown,” she writes “moonstone.”

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

She just took his breath away. "Come on in, let us start with some magick and then we can do more research on the wolf/snake/man whatever." Art said and they sat together. Rory circled the insignia in the book, which was the symbol for alchemy, twice with her finger, the book opened with a soft blue glow. Rory giggled. She looked exhilarated, like a kid in the sweet shop. Art explained to her about different herbs and how they could be imbibed into a potion. "My mom is always better at potions. I- I dabble, but sometimes I make the opposite of what I intended to make." He said with a frown and she chuckled.