Slytherin Dorms Novels & Stories

It stopped clawing at me and began to wrap around my days softly, like the warm tail of a sleeping wolf around her cubs. The palace we built was nothing like Damien’s. No marble floors that echoed like accusations, no gilded balconies that separated kings from the people who bled beneath them. Silas insisted every hall be wide and framed with forest wood, so pups could run and chase each other without fear of guards shouting at them. I insisted the witches have their own sanctum in the west wing, not beneath it, not outside the walls. Those who survived Draco’s coven became teachers to the next generation, not outcasts who lurked in the shadows. Elen painted sigils over every threshold herse

Message laden with warnings. “Come on, Ms. Winward.” Ms. Carol’s calm yet sharp voice made Vero turn to her. Ms. Carol turned and walked first, while Vero picked up her suitcases in a hurry and tried to catch up. This dormitory turned out to be much more spacious than Vero thought. There are at least three-storey buildings overlooking the lake. Vero surveyed the buildings and wondered if the dorms here were mixed dorms. “These buildings are girls’ dormitories. The boys’ dormitory is on the west side, on a separate plot,” explained Ms. Carol, as if she could read Vero’s mind.

One girl said. “ I don't care about that…..I’d totally fuck him. He looks like he has something big and can make a girl get to heaven.” Another girl said. “Lilian….” The first girl scolded. Hayden shook his head as he continued his walk to Dorm 1267, which was at the far end of the west wing. It was an old hostel but it was doable. It had a living space, two rooms, a kitchen, and one bathroom.

The girl in center asked. She was shorter than me, hair pulled back in a braid so tight it seemed to pull her eyebrows upward. Hand already raised, flickering unstable orb of white light dancing between her fingers. "The dark arts wing is three floors down. This hallway is for those who walk in the grace of the Saintess." I shifted weight, thumb brushing cold wood of the Winter Wand hidden in my sleeve. "The hallway is for anyone with a student ID and a GPA higher than room temperature. Move."

“Then that’s what we destroy.” They moved fast. The deeper they went, the more distorted the dorm became. Hallways twisted like DNA strands. Lights buzzed overhead in arrhythmic patterns. Once, they passed a cluster of screens flashing faces students who’d gone missing months ago. Their eyes blinked in sync with the dorm’s pulse. Nora covered her mouth. “It’s using them as data…” Lola forced herself not to look. When they finally reached the east wing, the air felt different thicker, warmer, humming with energy. The walls here weren’t walls anymore but layers of translucent panels, each one glowing from within.

"Breakfast is six to eight, lunch is noon to two, dinner is six to eight. Don't skip meals. You'll need your strength." She nodded, making mental notes. I could see her trying to memorize everything, like she was afraid of forgetting something important. We climbed the stairs to the dormitory wing. The girls' side was on the left, boys on the right. I led her down a long hallway lined with identical wooden doors. Each one had a nameplate. Most of them were polished and neat. Some had stickers or decorations stuck around the edges. I stopped in front of room 237 and felt my stomach drop. The nameplate still read "Saraphina Vale" in neat gold letters.

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.

the professor continued patiently, “There are rooms in the dormitory for special cases. It is located at the top most floors – at the attics. These rooms can fit in up to 5 people.” “Then Seb can stay too!” Dorin said happily, looking at Seb, and noticed the other holding his slate. [Piss off Dorin.] “If you would let me continue?” Professor Dimitrio asked Dorin. Dorin finally shut his mouth. “Back in the days when there where more mages in the land, we used to have a separate class – the S class, where very talented students were taught advance skills that are appropriate for their levels.” “Yes, I remember now,” Professor Raevers said dreamily, “those rooms are singles too, but they are co

The old paintings and tapestries that hung on the walls seemed to come alive as you walked past them. The dorm was divided up into sections which were called cabins. It was an area of three or four rooms .. each room had its own bathroom and housed two students. And those rooms shared a common room…. Sooo Harry Potter. The common rooms all had their own fireplace which we kept going at all times during the colder months .. like right now.

he asked. Viktor shook his head. “No, my lord. It appeared to be a female dormitory.” The Necromancer eased back into his chair, disappointed. A female dormitory did not support his theory. Still, he wondered if there was something there that had drawn Dominic. “Let me think,” he said.