Slytherin Gifts Novels & Stories

He wants to ship me off to this bloody academy so he would continue being Alpha while I'm learning what exactly? This felt like exile disguised as honor. A way to get me out of his hair while he consolidated power. The thought made my blood boil. Bullshit, just bullshit. My eyes hardened with anger. Then I heard Riven continue, "The following names are chosen to come study at the Academy." He started listing names from each pack starting from Firstfell and I saw him call Tyrion's buddy from earlier and then finally he got to Grimwell. "Caden Gallen, Kaiya Wilson, Gretchen Everton

The moment her fingers touched it, the Scholar Gift sank into her skin like liquid moonlight. Lydia gasped. Then she laughed. "It's mine," she whispered. She looked at me with the same smile she had worn on the day she killed me. "This time, Sister, I'll be the genius. I'll be the one they praise. I'll be the one Adrian Blackthorne follows." The man did not stop her. He only smiled a little more softly. "Then the remaining gift is yours," he said to me. The crimson light drifted toward my chest. The Glamour Gift settled inside me, warm and dangerous.

“But not just any gift. It must be something that embodies the essence of our power and serves as a reminder of the balance between love and fear.” The witches murmured in agreement, their eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and trepidation. They began to conjure, their hands weaving intricate patterns in the air as they chanted ancient incantations. The forest around them responded, the wind picking up, swirling leaves and shadows around them. From the depths of their magic, they summoned a beautiful, yet eerie, gift: a crystal heart, pulsating with a soft, red glow. “This heart,” Seraphina explained, holding the shimmering object aloft, “is imbued with our magic. It represents the love

He wasn’t that much older than me but he had habits that made me feel like a stupid pup again. “Sounds like Shawishi.” He stated this like I would know what that was. I didn’t say anything, just let him sit in his smugness. When I didn’t immediately question him he sighed and then explained. “It’s one of the five original gifts from Selene, the moon Goddess. It’s the gift of persuasion. Someone with this gift can persuade someone else to do something. The person being persuaded has no idea that they are and they think it’s their idea. Some people may question why they have done something later but rarely do they realize that they had this gift used on them. However, I am not sure th

As the afternoon sun mellowed into golden dusk, a small crowd gathered around a grand table covered in sweets, snacks, enchanted drinks, and a three-tier cake shaped like a tree with dragons and wolves curled together in fondant on top. “Okay, tiny terrors,” Chelsea called out. “It’s time to sing.” The entire pack, coven, court, and chosen circle joined in the chaotic chorus of “Happy Birthday”—some on key, some shouting off tempo, but all full of love. Liora clapped. Kael tried to eat the flame-shaped candle. And then there were gifts. So. Many. Gifts. “Tyler and I might’ve gone a little overboard,” Nalia confessed sheepishly as Kael opened a tiny enchanted sword that could only be wielded

I can feel the cogs turning, and her hesitation to speak whatever is on her mind. ‘No reason. It would just help if we knew more about your bloodlines. Dragons have familial gifts, like werewolves. Your brothers have the same Alpha gift, passed down by their father. You will likely have a proficiency for a certain type of magic.’ she gives me an answer, but I can feel its incompleteness. “Okay. Let’s do this thing. Who do I summon Dragon Fyre.” I change the subject.

Thalia said in bewilderment. Lyra smiled and shook her head. “Those gifts are very precious, so I hid them well. They're the blood of a Primordial Dragon.”

Duke Fedelin asked. "Yes. I have finished my business." "Take this small gift of mine, my lady." "G-Gift for me? But why are you giving me a gift?" Scheriziel asked, holding a box of hair ornament adorned with small rubies. "Because I want to be friends with you? Besides, it's not the first time I have given you a gift." "R-Right, you brought a gift for me... and your girlfriend, who happened to be my acquaintance."

It had been, inexplicably, Darla later learns the word, comforting. Later, much later, after nearly a year with the pale, dead-eyed teen with the gentlest hand and who made a metal dance for Darla in an entertaining display. Rather than using Darla as entertainment, Darla learns that the hint of the metal always lacing Percy's scent comes from his Gift of metallokinesis. It takes a long, long time for Darla to unlearn the abject and unqualified hatred she'd allowed to fester in her heart towards any and all men.

Susan stays far as possible from that aunt of hers. Coming across all these people, Marina noticed that there were always two variations of each phenomenal gift as if occurring in alteration. Letty, Lupin's grandmother, and Susan's grandmother possessed extraordinary gifts that did not consume their mana. At the same time, the rest experienced unwanted absorption of life and energy when using their exceptional capabilities. Marina divided each special gift into two variations, yet sharing a singular concept. Letty and her grandmother's gift were listed under Clan of Apothecary and Healing, Lupin and his grandmother under Clan of Prescience and Augury, and Susan and her aunt in Clan of Sorcer