Slytherin Novels & Stories

🔮 The Five Elemental Houses of Eidolon University 🔥 House Ignisar God: Ignisar, God of Fire Bloodline: Ignisborn Colors: Crimson and molten gold Traits Valued: Passion, ambition, raw power, dominance, courage Magic Focus: Fire conjuration, combustion magic, soul-heat channeling Common Students: Warriors, battlecasters, duelists, hot-heads with massive main character energy Aesthetic: Lavaforged halls, flame-lit corridors, obsidian thrones, sparring arenas

What kind of person was I to elicit such a reaction from her? “Arya, I fell some minutes ago and in the process had a slight concussion. I can't seem to remember any other thing apart from my name. Can you tell me where I am?” I asked. Her gaze immediately moved to my head before she met my eyes. “Sure thing my lady. You are in Ravenclaw Pack, the largest and strongest pack in all three regions under the leadership of Alpha Stephan.” I swallowed, my face turning pale at her words. Ravenclaw pack was the most elusive and dangerous pack in the kingdom.

Then I headed to the burnt-out forest hilltop. The cold wind cut right through me. The creepy end-of-the-world vibe was getting stronger. I called up some friends to work some magic. Tonight, I’m going to call down lightning to turn all the wood into lightning wood. Infused with the power of thunder and the breath of silver, this wood will be stronger than it ever was before. Right then, I heard James, snickering from behind a tree. "My dear sister, had I known you liked it rough, I would've helped you look. These friends of yours are a bunch of weirdos. They're not even as cool as me."

Cracks lined the walls. Not new. Ancient. The center of the room held a carved sigil nearly erased by time. Luke’s voice was low. “This wasn’t built by your kingdom.” “No,” Lily replied softly. “It wasn’t.” She stepped into the circle. The moment her foot crossed the boundary— The sigil ignited. Not gold. Not silver. Crimson. The chamber trembled. Not violently. Breathing. The sigil flared brighter, ancient lines illuminating in complex interlocking patterns.

"In books I have travelled,not only to other worlds, but into my own " I abruptly slammed the brakes . Samuel got up with a start from the backseat and Scar continued with her rhyme "Jingle bells, umbridge smells, losers go away. Draco's hot Voldemorts not, Hogwarts all the way hey!!" Sam and me turned our heads towards scar simultaneously. We looked at her for a while , she stopped singing and Sam was the first to break the silence

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

The mood is hopeful as Azazel helps us create the spell, and Lana donates drops of her blood. Once the spell is finished, each of my brothers takes the vial that Azazel hands them and adds a drop of their blood to it. “Ut sors. Caritatem amisit iterumque ad tarda reuerti.” Fate to find. Love lost to reunite. My brothers repeat the spell making each vial glow and sputter in different colors until they sputter out. I give my brothers a relieved expression, “It seems that the spell worked. Now, we just wait for the wheels of fate to turn in your direction.”

Again, they all were aware of this, and yet they all grumbled against it. The line was moving, and Kilvic was moving with it. In his three weeks in the academy, he’d unsurprisingly made no new friends. He’d learned the given names of some of his classmates though. Sharmin was heir to the noble family of the Vloodless, the only mage family capable of blood magic, and Nasrine, was named Castrel. He’d grown to greeting terms with a mouse of a boy named Janic and a girl from Ariadne’s hall who was as tall as Moss but slender as a fox, named Faraniel. The names of the others were as important as those of his hall members, and he found he only often recalled them when they were of immediate requir

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

"Mommy, we found a daddy!" My twins have brought three powerful men for me to choose a husband. The most powerful and handsome man in the world is standing before me, saying, "I gave you my virginity, won't you take responsibility?" "Darling, I was wrong, please come back to me," my ex-husband who once sold my innocence for his own gain and abandoned me for my sister is on his knees begging me for me to get back with him. Even the in-laws and adopted family, who once despised and tormented me are now at my feet, begging for forgiveness. "Baby, we finally found you," the mysterious family I never expected, who've been waiting for me their whole lives. Meanwhile, my new in-laws