Slytherin Motto Novels & Stories

said Lycus Lewis with a dreamy gaze. "What happened after that? Didn't you become a legendary high sorcerer who was admired throughout the kingdoms and empires in Magica? Didn't you get what you wanted after slaying the dragons? Strength, power, glory, prosperity?" Draco asked sarcastically with a face of disgust and hatred. “I admit that I made mistakes in the past. I was nicknamed the genius young sorcerer of those days. My ambition was so big that I made a huge mistake in the past," said Lycus Lewis showing remorse.

Dunston said-" hello everyone, I welcome all of you to Witchward Wizard school of Arts. every year, several students get admission here. We, offer you not only the arts and history of magic but also the knowledge of life. every student of each year gets the knowledge you require as a witch or wizard. There are a few rules and regulations of this world you must know about. Which we will follow accordingly. Now let me tell you a story, the history of our wizard world and this school. About 300 years ago, our very first ancestor Lily Width, had fought for our people and died saving them. Her very own sister and the man he loved, betrayed her, they did not accept the way she was. She was kind, b

Draco, it turned out, was such a person. She quietly approached him and said, "I like this trophy." Draco looked at her, smiling gently, yet seemingly not hearing her. Camouflaging as Eighth Prince had dampened her spirits slightly, but she couldn't help but keep her gaze fixed on Draco. Lyly sneered, "Hmph, birds of a feather flock together. Associating too much with that little rascal, his mind becomes as different from normal people as his." Felicia lowered her eyes, lost in thought.

Gloriella huffed with pride " That's why I'm called the scarlet witch, no one can get close enough to hurt me" " No one except Draco, I was watching you yesterday, I can't believe he chose to come with a mere heiress from Green city, I mean he already lost his position to the eldest master but it doesn't mean he should stoop so low" " It doesn't bother me, he'll be mine soon, if he wants to keep his little rat safe and alive, he'll dance to my tunes"

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

Seraphine tried to laugh it off, but the moment her eyes locked on the glowing symbols circling the thrones, a chill rippled down her spine. A hush fell. Shadows thickened at the end of the hall, folding inward until a tall man emerged, his robes rippling with constellations stitched in silver thread. His presence seemed to bend the air itself, every word layered with magic when he finally spoke: “Students of Aetherborn. Creatures of strain and bloodline. You stand at the threshold of destiny.” The Headmaster's voice resonated in her chest. Lyra leaned closer, eyes wide. “Don’t pass out. They say if you faint during his speech, the thrones remember it forever.”

"Repeat after me. The spell requires the blood of the ruling house to seal it." Alisha nodded, her expression completely cold as she prepared to speak the dark words. The witch began to recite the ancient, forbidden incantation, her voice rising in pitch. "Sanguis vetus, vita nova, ex umbris ad lucem revoca." "Per potentiam sanguinis et terrae, confringere vincula mortis." Alisha didn't hesitate for a second, her voice smooth and chillingly clear as she followed. "Sanguis vetus, vita nova, ex umbris ad lucem revoca."

How is that possible? "One given forcibly," Sophia stated. My anger rose at her words and I growled. How is it her business how I gave the mark? What matters is that the right person bears it and that person is Melody. "This doesn't concern you Sophia, Stay out of it!" I dashed forward, giving no regard to whoever gets hurt. All I want is to hold Melody. Is that so difficult to understand? "But it concerns me," Malfoy snarled, his voice more like a snort. "Melody is my sister and it's my duty to protect her."

In the distance, the university was still in a state of chaos, but the professors and students seemed to be getting the situation under control. However, inside her, the storm was just beginning. Who is Ilyana really? Why does she want me? And... am I really part of all this? Raven looked down at the pendant in her hand. A faint blue lustre still covered its surface, as if responding to her anxiety. Professor Valtorius touched her shoulder gently. "Raven." She turned her head, her eyes full of confusion. "What just happened? Who is Ilyana?" Professor Valtorius let out a long breath, his expression burdened. "Ilyana is one of the dark witches of the Ordo Maledictum-a group with ambitions to c

Starting fires, however, that drew attention. “It’s alright…” I sighed, taking it easy just this once. I already had a reputation of being a hard ass, but one more incident and I’d have the Witches council up my ass for the rest of the school year. The shrill tone of this morning’s bell sounded, chiming through the corridors of the Magisterium. Young witches flitted about, snatching books out of lockers, and ending conversations in a hurry to race to their classes. “Everyone make their way to their homeroom, and remember ‘it is not the magic that makes the witch, but the quality of her character’.” I bellowed, reciting our Academy’s motto as I made a beeline for my private office.