Slytherin Pride Novels & Stories

She knew she was weak compared to everyone at the table, but hearing someone openly dissect her flaws and insecurities was unbearable. “I wouldn’t be tutoring her if I thought she was fake,” Adrian stated, his jaw tight. Zeda was surprised and immensely grateful for his defense, especially when almost everyone at the table, save for Carrie, Lucian, and Mr. Percival, looked like they were silently agreeing with Sloan. Sloan snorted. “Who knows? Maybe she bribed you off with her body to play along? Because as far as I’m concerned, she’s a human and has no place in the academy. Just causing trouble and jumping from one Prince to the other.”

I inquired, trying to decipher her intentions. "It's hard to tell," Sylvian answered, his expression guarded. "She has a reputation for being unpredictable and somewhat cunning. I would advise you to be cautious around her." I remained unfazed by the presence of Princess Salena, not the least bit intimidated by her royal status. "Come, Sylvian," I said confidently, taking the lead as we walked towards her. Sylvian respectfully bowed, acknowledging her status, but I made no such gesture. I could see the surprise in her eyes, expecting me to bow down to her, but I refused to play by her rules.

Cherry replied sarcastically, "Don't get too cocky. Anything could happen, and something good could turn into something bad." "I'm younger, yet stronger than you. Having said that, I heard that Nine had a thing with a girl from the Kingsleys. So when can I hear the good news?" sneered Draco. He continued, "Anyway, I really admire the way you handled things. In order to please that girl from the Kingsley Family, you sent Nine to her bed. However, Nine was a weird person himself. Beware, you might get bitten by him at any time." Cherry stared at Draco fiercely as she heard his words.

Not only were they popular, they were the most handsome of all the guys in Gryffindor. To think they where my brothers. I shrugged it off, like it was some forbidden thought. "Gryffindor is made from a long line of royalties. It's like a generational thing." I told her. "I'm mostly confused about it myself." "I'm sure I won't get confused." She replied, doing the high plank . "You've met walker?" I asked her. "I have. We technically bumped into each other in the worst ways ever." She replied. I grinned, knowing what walker was capable of.

The training of centuries of servitude wouldn't be erased overnight, no matter her wishes to the contrary. "Trust in your princess," Oleksander said. Smiled at me, blue eyes full of hope. "Trust in Sydlynn Hayle." I glanced down at the small group of sorcerers and realized just how few there had been all along. How twisted and horrible they were, their faces the same, some distorted by inbreeding. And when I looked up again at the growing crowd of looming werewolves, I realized how thin their thread of slavery really was.

When Lycus walked out of the dragon cave, he became more confident and full of enthusiasm, ready to fight again. Albus smiled when he saw Lycus Lewis appear with great energy and enthusiasm. He grinned widely. “Well, you look a lot better. It looks like you're ready to fight again, Lycus," teased Albus seeing the way Lycus was walking that already looked dashing and confident. “This Scepter really belongs to me, right?” asked Lycus Lewis in disbelief. “As long as we are allies, then the dragon's blessing will always be with you,” replied Albus with a calm smile.

“Go home.” “No,” I shake my head, my power rising to my fingertips. “Let me help you.” “I can’t watch you die, Apple,” Sly shouts, startling me. “Damn it, woman, I’m trying to protect you and your pride is getting in the way.” “My pride?” I scoff. “You don’t understand,” Sly sounds desperate, almost begging. He never begs. It's not in his nature. Not just because he's an alpha but because he is Sylvester. I've never seen him want a thing so badly he'd beg for it.

But the yearning for freedom, for justice, burned brighter than her fear. "I'm in," she said, her voice firm. "I have nothing to lose, and everything to gain." A slow smile spread across Ghost's face, the blue light momentarily illuminating a glint of admiration. A flicker of a plan seemed to spark in his eyes. Anya, a new recruit in the fight for freedom, knew this was just the beginning. The rebellion had a new weapon, a former slave with a thirst for vengeance and a stolen blade at her side. The fight for New Shanghai had just begun.

"You think you can walk into my club, flirt with my blood, and act as if you haven't just stepped into the mouth of the beast?" I swallowed hard, my confidence wavering as I looked into the depths of his dark, unyielding eyes. He knows, I realized with a sick, exhilarating jolt. He knows I’m not who I pretend to be. "I’m here," I whispered, my voice trembling ever so slightly despite my best efforts. I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze with a defiance that I hoped looked like arrogance. "And I’m not going anywhere, Mr. Draco." He let out a short, dark sound that might have been a laugh if there was any humor in it. "No," he agreed, his thumb lingering on my lower lip, his gaze dropping to my