Slytherin Pride Novels & Stories

But I couldn't say that so instead I went, "I am thankful for the opportunity my prince but I would have been even more grateful if I wasn't thrust into a bloodbath Academy where all my enemies would be camped." "I think it's the perfect place for you because no sensible slave would have the temerity to make me do their bidding. And even have the audacity to question me for it. Let me give you advice slave, those wits you think you have you better put them to use. Now get out." He said coldly. I clutched my dress by my side tightly, looking at him. I couldn't believe how quickly he changed. This was the Shadow Prince, the Royal Lycan Prince and I was a fool to let my guard down even for a bi

"Did you just reference Harry Potter?" "Don’t look at me like that. Kevin keeps calling him that." "He’s not Voldemort." "That’s why Kevin calls him the *Heir of Slytherin*—the handsome version," she shrugged. "Oh, please don’t!" I laughed. "He *is* a Slytherin," Jina insisted. Internally, I could only agree with the "handsome" part. A silence fell between us as I smoked. "I know I must sound like your mother or something, but after last time..."

“Those she-wolves are going to cause problems though.” “That would be a big mistake on their part. I will not tolerate bullying in my pack.” She turns and looks at me. “It’s not your pack yet though, is it?” “One month, little sister.” “A lot can happen in one month, Bene. Don’t be surprised if they run to mom. Everyone knows that she’s not a fan of Sloane and Slade.” “Why are you a fan?” I ask, honestly curious. “Slade is nice. He’s not pompous like most Alpha heirs. Maybe it’s because others torment him, but honestly, I think it’s just who he is. I like him.”

You’re delusional. "And you’re standing in my light," I retorted, pointing toward the exit. "The pep rally is for people with school spirit, not for girls who look like they’re scouting for their next horcrux. Go find a mirror, Sloane. Maybe you can convince yourself you’re relevant in 2026. Jax let out a choked sound that was definitely a laugh. Asher didn't bother hiding his; he barked out a rough, triumphant chuckle that made Sloane flinch.

“Tell me why you are carrying this scent? Did you drink some potion? Did your parents’ evil magic survive in you?” “No. I didn’t. I promise,” I pleaded, tears stinging my eyes. The pain of his touch was nothing compared to the pain of his hatred. He pushed me away with a violent jerk. I stumbled, and the berry wine splashed over the polished wooden floor. “Look at her, she’s a disaster,” Zayne shouted. “She spills wine on the floor! She is a slave! A wretched thing! We are the Alpha Princes! Our mate must be powerful, pure, a Luna fit for the most important pack in the region!”

Even Pride could recognize a love forged in war. He then continued "If Allistair can unmake the sigil, I'll gather the others once you give the word. We start with Greed since we have already located her." Lucifer's voice had dropped to a growl. "If any of you fall, the curse tightens." “Then we don’t fall,” Caius said simply. “Pride stands.”

“Not a slaughterhouse. So we learn how to save, even when our enemies use the darkest kinds of magic.” I saw the pride ripple across the room, settling like steel in every spine. These were my people. Draken smirked. “Finally. A plan with bite.”

Nix took a deep breath and finally answered his question. “Yes, a girl and boy. Sage and Slyven are their names. I know you can already guess that Sage is a princess. Slyven is werewolf. I didn’t know that could happen.” Nix told her father, then looked at the two sitting near her. Sage seemed happy that she would be in a group of people that wanted to know her.

“I’m truly sorry that you were disrespected when you graciously accepted our offer.” Elf’s were truly kind, it’s written in the books that they had souls of purity which sometimes led to their demise. “I wasn’t entirely disrespected.” Prince Thalion rebuked, shifting his gaze onto me. “Miss Bellatrix Sinclair has truly been welcoming, and I appreciated her enduring sentiment of speaking in my language. Which is why I’ve come to a decision.”

happy. "She's such a sorry case," someone muttered behind me. I shook it off. None of them mattered anymore. Not now. --- But the whispers followed me anyway. The moment I walked into Potions, the room went silent. You could have heard a pin drop in the dead of night. "Her?" someone breathed. "She's going to Twilight Academy?" another hissed. "I can't believe this little mutt actually got in," someone else muttered, their voice thick with disdain. "Must be a mistake."