Novel & Cerita Slytherin Traits

“W-what are you planning to do? Walk into your death? You heard her. She is not your mother inside the battle grounds.” “Can you do me a little favor?” Not taking her eyes off her approaching mother. “Always.” “Tell me when to stop.” The wolf grinned. Max was pissed off by all that is going around. No one wanted a lot of shoving and manipulating and Max was not an exception. She had the Black trait running through her system freely. The ruthless, meaness and the baddy. On the other hand, the Shepard blood in her gives her compassion, logic and love. If you ask Hera, she can proudly boast this attributes to Fenrir and shove it up his face when she get the chance. Oh, this is lovely. To be abl

Sylvia asked, raising a brow at him. "There are no other women quite like her. What occurred made me more drawn to her. She's not someone who would allow herself to be played with. She would fight back with ten times the tenacity and unleash holy hell into her enemies. It's excellent because I don't want Cinderellas and Snow Whites. She's the little red riding hood and the wolf combined. Beautiful yet cunning." "Oh, brother. You are enchanted. I should inform you that pain and sorrow always accompany love and regret is oftentimes its final destination. But she is right though." Sylvia warned, directing her brother with a worried glance.

A Blazer’s rank was directly proportional to how hotheaded they were, a Shielder’s rank was directly proportional to how protective they were of their loved ones. This was also why it was very rare to find an S and SS-ranked power users - people were made out of many personality traits, and rarely did they possess a trait that was stretched to the extreme. A person could be lazy and prone to procrastinating, but where would you find a person too lazy to go to the toilet or to eat when hungry? Yet, he, Astar Levi, was one such extreme person. And those extreme traits giving him power were not the good kind. He was stubborn, inflexible, and forceful in his methods. Oppressive and overbearing,

I knew her family. Royal scum. The name alone was a curse. Their family were known to have perfected the art of cruelty and maliciousness. They were not loyal to anyone and they would bite hands that fed them if they wanted to. They belonged to nobody and they had classism imbedded with superiority complex. Everybody was beneath them. I couldn’t stop myself as my eyes roved over her as well. It seemed the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. She was a typical mean girl but at the same time, she wasn’t just any mean girl. She was THE ONE.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

She realized that bitterness was a trap, one that would weigh her down, and she refused to let it define her. Academically, Selene excelled. Teachers often marveled at her ability to combine creativity with intellect, producing essays and projects that far surpassed her peers. Yet she balanced this with rebellion: skipping a class here, joking with friends there, experimenting with life in a way that reminded her she was human and fallible. Somehow, she navigated the chaos of adolescence while maintaining top grades, leaving teachers puzzled, classmates in awe, and herself quietly proud.

He just made notes in his book. “That gives me a starting point." I thought back to the night Melissa had mentioned Kelan and the pain in her voice when she said his name. "I believe she was involved with someone from probably Slytherin," I revealed. "She once mentioned Kelan, could it be their new Alpha?" Sullivan nodded and made more notes. "Anything else that might be relevant?" he questioned. "Scars, tattoos, unique markings? Any skills or talents that stand out?" "She's intelligent," I offered. "Good with strategy and resource management. She's been giving valuable input during council meetings about trade negotiations and territorial disputes."

Our height didn't differ much having slight variations, but overall you can say we looked alike. But only in looks we were similar. Our preferences are completely different. She is more of a chocolate person, which whenever she eats, she always end up in some sort of trouble. But that wouldn't stop her from eating them. She likes dark, vintage colours and can survive in whatever situations she find herself in. She is a pure sadist and extreme savage person with the ability to burn the opposite person with her words alone.

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".

Their stories had ignited a spark within her, a burning desire to follow in their footsteps and forge a legacy of her own. As she traced the constellations with her fingers, she could almost see the figures of the Sapphire Crown heroes, their spirits forever guarding the people they loved. She imagined Aric's unwavering determination, Kaida's fierce courage, Selene's boundless wisdom, and Queen Isolde's compassionate leadership, their qualities shining like the stars themselves. The young girl, named Lyra, had inherited the traits of her heroic ancestors, the blood of the Sapphire Crown flowing through her veins. She was intelligent, compassionate, and fiercely determined, qualities that wou