Slytherin Stuff Novels & Stories

She tasted blood and him, and to her shock, she kissed back, her hands tangling in his braids. But as the kiss deepened, something shifted in Gorak. This fire in his veins, this addiction blooming with every taste of her sweet mouth, her tight heat, it confused him. Was this the legend of the women from Slytherin? They whispered that the first taste was poisonously addictive, a siren’s call that bound even the strongest warriors. He wanted to own her completely, mark her as his forever, never let another touch her. Breaking the kiss, he stared down at her with those molten amber eyes, breath ragged. “Do you submit to me, little sun? Will you be my mate, bound to me, body and soul?”

We reached the heavy, iron-bound doors of the High Sorcery & Spellcraft lecture hall, but our pace faltered as a familiar, irritating scent hit the air — a mix of expensive floral perfume and stagnant swamp water. Ivy, one of Selene's most devoted shadows, was leaning against the doorframe, whispering to a group of Aqua initiates. She looked up as we approached, her lip curling into a sneer that was clearly meant to be intimidating but only succeeded in looking like she'd smelled something foul. "Oh, look," Ivy drawled, her voice loud enough to carry. "The 'White Witch' and her little shadow. I heard they're letting just anyone into High Sorcery these days. Even girls who couldn't cast a bas

SELENA'S POV My heart hammered against my ribs against the heavy silence of the study. I had been reckless, yes, but the golden deer head in Draco's study had shifted under my touch with a mechanical groan, revealing a seam in the mahogany paneling that shouldn't have existed. I’d stepped inside, expecting perhaps a safe or a hidden wall locker. Instead, I’d stumbled into a private universe of depravity and dominance. The room was vast, partitioned by invisible lines into four distinct, chilling corners... One was a command center, a massive, wall-spanning screen glowing with the pulsing tactical overlay of the city, a digital web of surveillance that made my blood run cold.