Slytherin Novels & Stories

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

" Blake explained. "I don't have two months," Queen said sadly. "My parents' lives are at stake." "I understand," Blake replied. "I do have another solution though." "Please tell me," Queen said desperately. "Relax, I will. There's a man called Suarez, he is the one who owns this club." "Suarez? I've never heard of him before." Queen said. "Yeah, Suarez is ruthless and evil, but he's also a very strong ally of Christopher Stallion," Blake explained.

It seemed like they were novice Hunters. Slytheria noticed a scfet door. She broke the wall down, revealing steps that led downstairs. "Another prison? ", she joked. Eida scoffed at her, going down the steps. They were still working on how to work together. "What's being with a human like'", she asked Slytheria. "How am I supposed to know that? " "Because your kind like to breed with humans" "Tribe, not kind. Not like they'd be interested in you anyway".

It was quite laughable that the dark lord had a pet tiger who had a nanny. I stopped on the stone surface, rooted to the spot. The horror of last night returned. It was the place. The sound of the gunshot came back, reverberating at the back of my head, the image of Leo on the carcass flashed and the hard icy gaze on the dark lord.

[ Student: [ Whispering ] "What… what happened? That’s the Headmaster’s office!" [ Student: [ Pointing at Kirill ] "And Kirill! Look at him! He’s glowing! What did he do?" ] [ Jax: [ Stammering ] "He… he just vaporized a golem. The Headmaster’s golem." ] Kirill, radiating frigid power, turned his incandescent gaze on the assembled students. The whispers died. [ Kirill: [ His voice ringing with undeniable authority ] "Let me make this perfectly clear to all of you, once and for all. Bima is mine. He is my ward, my asset, my responsibility. His lineage, his fate, his very being, falls under the sovereign protection of the House of the Obsidian Thorn. Any attempt to interfere with him, to manip

"And not just any uniforms. You’re soaked through with the unmistakable, high-grade mana signature of the upper campus. What could two privileged little nest-lings possibly want with soul-binding reagents?" "We aren't here to browse, Madame," Thalen replied, keeping his voice strictly controlled, though Zeyric could feel a sharp spike of anxiety pinging across their mental tether. "We know a student named Veyron came through here carrying an obsidian blood-dagger and a parasitic mind-charm." Kaelin let out a short, bark-like laugh that echoed off the stone walls lined with dusty apothecary shelves. "Veyron? Oh, the poor boy. He thought he was buying power. He didn't realize he was purchasing

Every flicker of his storm-gray eyes in my direction when he thought I wasn't watching. "Competitors," Vera's voice echoed. "Enter." The doors swung open. The Council chamber had been transformed. The thirteen thrones still stood in their arc, but the center of the room was cleared. A large stone basin sat on the floor, its rim carved with unfamiliar, ancient symbols that seemed to pulse with a faint, reddish light. In the center of the basin, a fire burned—not orange or yellow, but red, the color of blood.

Ronan followed, slow and deliberate, enjoying my fear. "The thing about half-bloods," he continued, "is that they never know their place. Two wolves fighting inside one body—it makes you unpredictable. Wild." He smiled, and it was the smile of a predator toying with prey. "I'm going to enjoy taming you." He lunged.

"Is that a... geographic location?" Kieran burst out laughing. "Oh my god. He's serious. He doesn't know Harry Potter. Did you grow up under a rock, dude?" "I grew up in isolation," Cale said stiffly. "Elion, help him out," Mira said, sensing the awkwardness. "Team effort." "Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff," Elion said quickly. "He's not a fan of fantasy. He prefers non-fiction."

Toy cars littered the front path in a rough circle around an overturned milk crate. A rust-stained bedsheet hung diagonally across the walkway, tied between a tree and the fence like a makeshift barricade. Beneath it crouched a small boy with a plastic ice-cream container jammed over his head like a helmet. He pointed a wooden stick at my chest. “Are you a Slytherin?” he asked, speaking through a heavy lisp. “Sorry?” “You can only come in if you’re from Gryffindor.” Freckles dusted his nose like toasted crumbs.