Novel & Cerita Slytherin Gifts

“You’re smiling like you just won a kingdom.” I chuckled, low and dangerous. “Oh, I’ve won more than that.” I reached for the small obsidian box beside my bed and flicked it open with my thumb. The vial inside glimmered faintly—liquid black as the void, swirling with hints of silver that never stayed still. Power radiated from it, cold and ancient. Lyra’s breath hitched. “That’s… the witch’s gift?” “The very one,” I replied, rolling the vial between my fingers. “Selene never disappoints. Her magic is meticulous… poisonous in all the right ways.”

So, after some manipulation, he made me sever ties with Percy. However, it wasn't solely his doing. The moment Percy snuck into my room to confess his feelings, I realized how aggressive he could be. He refused to take no for an answer. It was necessary for me to ensure that he never did that to me again, so I cut ties with him. "So, what are all these things?" Bellamy questioned, peering into the gift boxes. They were acting as if they hadn't insulted me in the room. "Lord Bernard sent these gifts for his sons-in-law. The blue ones are for Alpha Bellamy, the green ones for Alpha Caspian, and the black ones for warrior Gamma Emre," Percy explained, pointing at the large gift boxes.

One congratulatory message after another sent Sylvia's initially upbeat mood plummeting. She looked ashen. The Lesters were throwing around millions worth of malachite items—especially Tyrell and Barrett, who even brought up malachite stores and mines! It was shocking. Sylvia glanced at the unassuming malachite pendant, and felt a pang of embarrassment. "Oh, my son… I've embarrassed your father." Frederick was taken aback, lost for words. "Hey? Isn't that the third branch over there?" Tyrell seized the opportunity to mock them. "Everyone else’s gifts have been presented. I wonder what precious gift you've prepared for Father?"

She took a sip of whiskey, savouring the burn as it slid down her throat. "With our lineage," her mother continued, "comes a multitude of gifts. Some are blessings, pure and simple." A shadow passed over her face. "Others are... more complicated." "Complicated how?" Caspian inquired, his tone carefully neutral. Lily's mind raced, recalling the stories she'd grown up with, the warnings whispered in dark corners. She found herself unconsciously tracing the outline of an old scar on her wrist, hidden beneath her sleeve. "Some of our gifts come with a price," Lily interjected, her voice barely above a whisper. "Power that can consume you if you're not careful. Abilities that make you a target."

Lucero wraps her head around Madelyn as if she’s hugging her back. I look back at GoldMoon. “I can give the gift of life but once in a century. That gift was given to Queen Lily, to help her take her place as our Queen. However, there are other gifts that I can give. Will you accept a gift from me?” “Me?” “This gift is for you, Alpha Cayden and Alpha Baron, sons of the Guardians, mates to Dragon Madelyn, but only if you accept it,” GoldMoon says and Baron pushes forward.