Snape Books Novels & Stories

___ Selene’s POV The dim candlelight flickered against the old parchment as Selene traced her fingers over the delicate pages of the book Ronan’s mother had given her. The scent of aged paper filled the air, mingling with the subtle hint of burning wax. She had spent hours pouring over the text, meticulously taking notes on anything that seemed remotely useful. The book contained knowledge lost to time, secrets about the origins of their kind, forgotten magic, and hidden weaknesses that could turn the tide of war.

I thought about the key piece, and the Academy, and all the answers I might find there about what really happened to my parents. I thought about Prince Riven, and the way he'd looked at me like he knew I was stronger than I showed. Maybe it was time to prove him right. I stood up slowly, my legs shaking as I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes. "I'll be right back. I just want to... pick some herbs for the tea," I said to them with a smile. "Of course, sweetheart," Mama said. "Take your time." The Oylip and the Wolf's bane was exactly where Lyra said it would be, growing wild at the edge of the garden. I picked a handful of the innocent-looking leaves, my hands trembling so badly I could ba

"Selene, you're something else." She set down her straw, then her face suddenly lit up. She waved at someone behind me. "Over here!" I turned. A young man was walking toward us. White T-shirt, silver-gray hair, pointed ears traced with the faint pattern of snake scales. His eyes were a pale amber, and when he smiled, they curved into soft crescents — like a big, sweet puppy. "And this is?" "My new little friend. Serpentfolk. Pure-hearted puppy-boy type." Mona pushed him into the seat next to me. "You like serpentfolk, right? This one's way better than that iceberg husband of yours — at least he smiles!"

He tensed for a moment before his hands flew to my hips, gripping me tightly as he kissed me back with fervor. His tongue delved into my mouth, stroking against mine, and I moaned at the taste of him, dark and rich like fine liquor. Snape pulled back after a long moment, his chest heaving. "I don't do games, Miss Granger," he said roughly. "If you're here for a lesson in potions… and pleasure… then we shall begin." He pulled me inside and slammed the door shut. Then he had me pressed against the wall, hands roaming over my body as he claimed my mouth again in a hungry kiss. I arched into his touch, craving more.

He mindlinked him, and he nodded, sniffing. "What the fuck is going on here?" A familiar voice asked behind them, making Hashmuk let go of Rasmore. The person standing behind them was the person he was crying for, thinking he had left him. It was Kelvin, with a pile of magic books in his hands. He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer.

Soon after, Queen Suna's personal maids came into her room, bathed her gently and respectfully dressed her up in her night rope. Making sure she was alone, Suna walked towards the bookshelf by the side of her room. With eyes glued on books neatly arranged, her eyes fell on a book with a brown leather cover. Carefully she held the spell book and her eyes glittered in satisfaction. She walked towards her mirror, looked at her reflection and back to the book. With long pointed and piercing nails, she flipped through the pages of the book and her eyes rested on a page filled with spell words.

’ I tell them in the mind link, hearing them snickering. “Of course you can.” My mother says. “What do you need?” My father comes striding into the room. “Is it dangerous?” He asks. “No, Alpha. I just need some space and, well, your noses are pretty sensitive. It may smell bad to you.” Maeve says. “What’s in the spell?” My mother asks. “Well, actually it’s a potion. It has flowers from your pack lands and some herbs I got from your kitchens and then a couple of other things that I had for Alpha Richard’s spell.”

She saw battles fought in distant lands, intricate spells woven by powerful sorcerers, and moments of profound peace and harmony. As the visions subsided, Sable found herself standing on the edge of a grand library, its shelves filled with countless books and scrolls. The air was thick with the scent of parchment and knowledge. A figure cloaked in robes stood at the center of the library, beckoning her closer. Sable approached cautiously, her eyes searching the figure's face for any signs of deceit. But there was only kindness and wisdom etched upon their features. The figure extended a hand, offering S Sable a thick, leather-bound book. "This is the Book of Ancients," the figure said, their