Novel & Cerita Slytherin Characteristics

These two mystical entities intertwined, resulting in a mesmerizing blend of colors that defines your very essence. Your existence is a testament to the extraordinary and the supernatural. Embrace your uniqueness and let it shine in every aspect of your life. With your pure silver eyes, enhanced vision in the dark. And heightened climbing and speed skills, you possess a combination of traits that make you truly exceptional. Embrace your inner vampire and werewolf, for they are the source of your captivating essence. Let the world marvel at the extraordinary being that you are.

So, he quickly left the cafeteria, upset and frowning. "Hey, Vincent!" Sylvester shouted. He stood up to follow him. But before he could get out, he turned back to his friends and to the shaken people who watched the scene. "No one will follow," he threatened while gritting his teeth. Sylvester is known to be friendly and kind throughout the campus. But everyone believes in the saying that it's scarier when a patient person gets mad. Besides, there was a rumor that Slyvester was a son of a very influential and wealthy man.

- Cyrus’ POV - I should have gone back to my pack, but again, I found myself heading in a different direction. I’m heading south, and with this pull inside of me… I’m fucking heading to the Slytherin Pack. But why would I go there? It was Daxton’s order, yeah, it was the Alpha King’s order, that’s why I was heading there. Nothing more. I just discovered the reason why the Slytherin Pack was known to be the weakest—it was because the Alpha himself had grown weak due to his illness. I only recently learned about that when I battled him during the vampire attack last time.

She tasted blood and him, and to her shock, she kissed back, her hands tangling in his braids. But as the kiss deepened, something shifted in Gorak. This fire in his veins, this addiction blooming with every taste of her sweet mouth, her tight heat, it confused him. Was this the legend of the women from Slytherin? They whispered that the first taste was poisonously addictive, a siren’s call that bound even the strongest warriors. He wanted to own her completely, mark her as his forever, never let another touch her. Breaking the kiss, he stared down at her with those molten amber eyes, breath ragged. “Do you submit to me, little sun? Will you be my mate, bound to me, body and soul?”

"I nearly lost my sister. And then I ... I nearly..." Dean cupped his face and made him look at her. “Listen to me. You are nothing like them. I said no, and you stopped. Do you think either of them would have?” He looked away from her in shame and she turned his head back to look at her. “You made the conscious decision, not to be like them. You like Harry Potter?” “Yeah.” He mumbled. “You just told the sorting hat, not Slytherin.” “Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?”

I love adventures and taking fool-hardy risks. But then, Shelly is everything I'm supposed to be. Cool-headed, introverted, geeky but pretty, less-opinionated, but listens more. Blonde and always in ponytails. Fancies dresses and never on pants. Shys away from guys, thinks things through before doing them, never takes risks, prudish, and too obedient for her own good. On most occasions, we get compared to each other and I'm told to be a little more like her. But the truth remains that I'll rather chug down a million wolfsbane than be anything like Shelly.

But I liked the homo part though. Draco, this is the most well-known kind of vampires. They are extremely human in appearance apart from their retractable canine teeth in their upper jaws which are hardly noticeable. They have medium tolerance to sunlight. They often gain the blood through willing donors who worship them. Some of them take pleasure in feeding by force. This one got my attention. Could our parents be the Draco type of vampires?

“Trust me, Alex isn’t bad, and enough of the Slytherin bashing. Plus, you’re the one wearing the skin of the humans’ belief in the good mage.” Siobhanny covered her face with her hands and burst into sobs. “How could I’ve been so wrong, prejudiced, fill in your own boring blank?” She peeked up through her — crocodile — tears, and I crossed my arms. “It’s almost like sorcereses haven’t been waging war with mages for centuries or being attacked by wolves.” I snorted. “When were you attacked by a wolve?” Harry’s robes bled into a scarlet hood, when a wicker basket now swung over a slender arm. I gaped at the butthole LLRH, as she slyly studied me back.

He just made notes in his book. “That gives me a starting point." I thought back to the night Melissa had mentioned Kelan and the pain in her voice when she said his name. "I believe she was involved with someone from probably Slytherin," I revealed. "She once mentioned Kelan, could it be their new Alpha?" Sullivan nodded and made more notes. "Anything else that might be relevant?" he questioned. "Scars, tattoos, unique markings? Any skills or talents that stand out?" "She's intelligent," I offered. "Good with strategy and resource management. She's been giving valuable input during council meetings about trade negotiations and territorial disputes."

Layla frowned. How could he tell she was a sorceress? Sorcerers and sorceresses had distinctive features, fiery purple hair and purple eyes. That was the only thing that would give away their true identity. How then did this man know she was one when her hair was actually...