Slytherin Novels & Stories

He just looked at me as if my sarcasm had rolled over him unnoticed. “How would I do that Magnus? Honestly. You are meant to be my advisor; my general; confidant! Yet you can’t detect heavy sarcasm?” “It has been happening a lot lately, My Lady...since the Chosen One was found. Is it possible she has awoken something?” “You tell me oh illustrious advisor” I sang at him, waving my empty glass around, which he duly refilled. “I will go to the library, with your permission, and see if there is anything held in there about specialised powers?”

"I'm your first kiss, right?" Damien smirked pinching my chin. "I'm the first to make you moan, right?" David grinned while kissing me. "I'm the first to have your virginity, right?" Dylan traced his hand from my shoulder to the waist. Pulling me away from the three of them, he hugged me tightly with darkened eyes, "I'm your first love, right?" Dominic roared making me nod involuntarily. When did it all start? That one night I wanted to escape from the fate of becoming a breeder but I became a toy to serve in their bed and a spy to survive in their web of deceit, the more I'm closer to them, the more dangers surrounding me but I've no other option, with them or without them, my l

Deep in the mountains, hidden beneath layers of enchanted mist, stood the towering fortress of the Obsidian Crescent Academy. Unlike The Sanctum of Mirrors surroundings, the Obsidian Crescent exuded an air of menace. The dark stone walls were etched with glowing runes, and the grounds pulsed with chaotic energy. Inside the academy’s central hall, Selene, the formidable leader of the rival school, stood before a gathering of students. Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall over her sharp shoulders, and her piercing silver eyes held the room captive.

Marco had the most advanced defense against supernaturals, particularly vampires and demons. The headmistress of the school is a high ranking member of the House of Hecate. That's why the whole school is covered with a magical barrier. For some reason, humans trust witches and wizards more than any other supernatural beings. Maybe because, aside from being immortal and having magical powers, they looked a lot like humans. The fact that they don't eat people or drink blood probably helped.

"I nearly lost my sister. And then I ... I nearly..." Dean cupped his face and made him look at her. “Listen to me. You are nothing like them. I said no, and you stopped. Do you think either of them would have?” He looked away from her in shame and she turned his head back to look at her. “You made the conscious decision, not to be like them. You like Harry Potter?” “Yeah.” He mumbled. “You just told the sorting hat, not Slytherin.” “Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?”

She choked on her cereal when Carrie mentioned that Lucian was the only demon. Carrie continued, explaining about kingdoms and princes. "Each genus has an overall leader called a prince or princess, and a special area within the school grounds called their kingdom. Sloan Carson is the princess of the witch kingdom." She mentioned the four princes: Torvin Greywood, the werewolf prince; Adrian Quill, the mage prince; Vyr Machiavelli, the vampire prince; and Lucian Umbra, the demon prince. Zeda couldn't help but chuckle at Carrie's dreamy expression as she called them "hot." "Did you need to add 'hot' while naming the princes?"

“She never left.” The passage opened into a vast chamber. At its center stood an obsidian throne, coiled by a statue of a serpent biting its tail. Bones littered the floor, human, animal, unidentifiable. Incense burned from iron bowls, filling the air with a sweet rot that turned the stomach. On the throne sat Valentina. Her silver hair cascaded down her shoulders; her eyes shimmered with molten gold. Around her, the Crimson Pact knelt in silent devotion. When she spoke, her voice rolled like silk over razors.

"I'm sorry for the outburst. Noah is like my own son. He is rude, cold, and hotheaded. He misbehaves too. Because we have spoiled him too much. But he is not weak. He is never afraid of anyone. Am sure he would have tried to finish the punishment till end only if he had not lost his strength. SOTUS, means to bring everyone together. The freshmen need to understand the meaning of the activity that it's a symbol of unity. You are scaring them. They need to be punished only if they don't obey the rules. Not if they stand for each other. This way no one will attend SOTUS. It's a tradition passed on to every freshman for decades. You guys are ruining it.

However, the most interesting thing was his nephew Tarakona, or TK as he was affectionately called. TK was the strongest of all five siblings. His voice could manipulate things, he would sing, and whoever he sang to would do exactly what TK wanted them to do, which explained why the girls were now peacefully sleeping in their own rooms. Shadow explained that TK was also developing his telepathic abilities outside of the pack link. All five siblings attended Ravenclaw Academy, a school for magical supernaturals on the far side of pack lands. Putting his fork down after his plate was clear, Lucien stretched, "That was delicious Izzy, Shadow's a lucky man." He complimented.

This obnoxious feeling he has towards her, that he thought had long since faded, is coming back to him. 'My aunt? She's gentle and kind, believe me. There's nothing to be scared about!' he recalled Anne's voice out of the blue. "To put it simply, I . . am the living vessel of the four Witches' blessings combined." *** Love, Charity, Courage, Humility, Pledge, Baptismal and Justice, the Gods of heavenly principles each gave birth to the uprising of the Seven Witches. There were no preserved record of the Seven's identity. And as for Serina, she was only introduced into four of them — including her late master.