Slytherin Artwork Novels & Stories

The children in the line gasps, and the chest snaps open. In the chest on a velvet pillow lies a sharp sapphire, and the Headmistress announces. "A sapphire. Apt for a telekinetic." The witches gathered burst into a cheer and clap loudly as the little girl grins, clutching the sapphire. "She'll get that in the necklace form before she starts class," Leita states. "Her aspect belongs to the paranormal category like Matron Aldar's does." “This all looks very Harry Potter-esque.” I muse. Ophelia hears this and shoots me a dirty look. “Do not speak the name of that book in my presence, I beg you.”

he said, his voice grim. I nodded, my mind racing. This was no accident. Someone had deliberately poisoned the witches. Liam carefully picked up one of the tea cups, emptying its contents onto the floor. As he did, a small totem became visible at the bottom of the cup. It was a tiny, delicate thing, carved from a piece of dark wood. The totem depicted a serpent coiled around a staff, its body intricately detailed with tiny scales and ridges. The staff itself was adorned with tiny, glowing runes that seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy.

His eyes drift to the sludge and anger lights up his eyes in a violent flicker of light, He swears and cleans the blood dripping out his nose. My hand finds its way to Scarlett’s neck and I let it stay there, the skin-to-skin contact has her melting against me while Danis mutters a spell over the sludge. It lifts, and squirms. Blood drips from Danis’s ears as he continues but determination is a fierce force on him. The sludge revolves and contracts until it hardens and becomes an oddly shaped sapphire. Now in a solid form I see it for what it is,

They had come to the end of the stirs and we're now in a room. Slytheria was fixated on a very large glass tube that ran from the ceiling to the ground. It was half full, and in it was a very small baby suspended in it, being held in place by wires. "Artificial womb", Eida gasped. She looked at Slytheria. "They're trying to create a Demon". "But why? ", she asked. "They seek to create a new species capable of combating us", Avida said from behind them. She was no more queen, but she looked better than when she was in prison.

“This tome is filled with ancient knowledge. It might contain spells or information about dark magic that could be useful in understanding Lysander’s methods. We should review its contents carefully.” Harley, standing by the crystal, looked thoughtful. “The crystal seems to be the most enigmatic of the artifacts. Its purpose isn’t immediately clear. We need to uncover its properties and how it might fit into Lysander’s plans.” The leaders set to work, each focusing on their respective artifacts. Aislinn began her magical analysis of the pendant, her hands glowing as she invoked enchantments to probe its properties. Silas meticulously examined the tome, deciphering its archaic text and unrave

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.

They also brighten up the hair and the lips and really compliment the rest of her face. By then she excitedly began to chatter exuberantly about her collection. "I got excited because the painting behind you was made by Death. A mysterious artist who paints crime arts. And that painting ..." Sumire pointed at the painting behind the young man. She was still sitting on his lap while her left hand was resting on the man's chest and her right hand was pointing at the painting. Mr. Aslanov was leaned against on the backrest of the swivel chair and he tightened his grip on the maiden's waist so that she may not fall over on the side when she recklessly moved on top of him. "... is called the "Vul

The pain was brief but sharp, like a reminder that this moment mattered. I raised my hand over the bowl filled with rich, dark soil of Valeria, branded with the royal sigil that seemed to look different now, even though I had seen it a thousand times before. As my blood dropped in the bowl, I could feel something shift in the air…something that felt weird. Then I wiped the dripping blood off with my thumb, pressing down on the scroll with my name in fancy script which signified my enrollment to the Academy.

Alexander He gritted his teeth as he studied the image of his lycan above the marbled mantlepiece. The painting was done by a royal pack member, Paul Cezanne in 1858. The worth of the art was invaluable like the artist himself. No matter how much he tried to relax, it was impossible. His wolf was snarling and roaring in his head, wanting blood on his sharp canines. The blood of the enemy. A fucking necromancer. He will tear him piece by piece by nightfall tomorrow.

"The what?" Aiden proudly lifted the parchment, presenting it with a triumphant flourish. It was a masterpiece of terrible stick figures. There was a tall, blocky man with a jagged golden crown, a woman wearing an oversized silver tiara, a small blob representing a little boy, a giant black dog with six legs, a glowing stick figure surrounded by yellow loops, and a final girl drawn with aggressively angry V-shaped eyebrows. Kael let out a long, dry sigh. "Let me guess. The one with the furious eyebrows is your long-lost aunt?"