Snape Books Novels & Stories

Belle sat up in bed, using the buttons on the side to adjust the positioning as the nurse had shown her. The book, white with a pentacle on the cover, described the basics of witchcraft in terms even a layman could understand. Her older sister had been kind enough to drop it off, along with a change of clothing and a box of Thornton's continental—her favourite chocolates. According to this book, the spell Damien cast on her would be returned to him threefold.

Adrastus and April will change your view of the entire dragon realm. Finally, if you're secretly a Harry Potter fanatic, Ravenclaw Academy: Quinley's reign will have you addicted in no time, watch out though-this is not a young children series as it ties in with my Hellraiser trilogy and has dark themes as an introduction to Hell comes in the form of a young demon who arrives at the Academy.

I wasn't welcomed in their midst. "Bloody hell!" I rose up and banged the table. It's been there a while now, this anger, escaping when I always feel cheated on or dared in an unfriendly manner. I was angry at the guard guiding the entrance, at the maid that prepared the snack and tea on the table, heck, I was even angry when my tea wasn't quite at the right temperature. But the truth was, my life needed changing for the better, because there was more going into this brain and body than I could handle and still be me. So, even if it's not okay with them, I was going to start working on my real purpose. I had even completely forgotten she was present with us till I saw her oval rounded face a

As if I was an item to be taken back to the store for a refund. Looking at him, he had narrowed his eyes, and a sneer lingered on his lips. He was having a hard time controlling his darker side. His body vibrating with the force it took him to keep his darker side under control. “You of all people shouldn’t talk about Apocalypse like that. You who had sealed her future.” Finn whispered something in Xalvy’s ear. She nodded, and he disappeared. “You need to stop your search. It will not end well for anyone!” She was looking at me as she made her demand.

Peter stood behind them, silent, his overgrown hair shadowing his hollowed-out face. "Ew, Phoebe, look at that guy! His eyes are creepy..." A familiar, nosy voice. Lily. Peter's wife from his past life. Beside her, Phoebe wrinkled her nose. "Ugh, what's so interesting about a blind guy? Let me tell you, he—ahhh!" History didn't just repeat. It flipped. This time, Lily hit the ground in a pool of blood. Peter lunged at Phoebe next, knife flashing, eyes burning with unhinged rage.

But I had no choice. Selene’s chant still echoed in my ears. It hadn’t been just any invocation. I didn't understand most of it, but I remembered one word in particular, carved into my memory like an old, ugly scar—Tenebrium. I searched through the archives for books on the forbidden arts, incantations and dark magic and werewolf curses in the hopes that I'd hit the jackpot on one of them. I found a thick, leather-bound book with stained gold letters—the book seemed to be glowing unnaturally, calling out to me. I sensed a surge, Nyra's presence and pried it open.

A U T H O R Bernadette let out a weary sigh as she dropped her bag onto the forest floor, the worn leather hitting the ground with a soft thud. With a subtle flick of her wrist, she unveiled her hidden stash of ingredients—bundles of dried herbs, vials of shimmering liquids, and strange roots wrapped in cloth—placing them carefully beside the large iron pot where water bubbled violently, sending up plumes of steam. Nearby, Severus unceremoniously dumped another stack of ancient spellbooks onto the wooden table, the impact echoing through the hollow silence of the abandoned library.

Ronan followed, slow and deliberate, enjoying my fear. "The thing about half-bloods," he continued, "is that they never know their place. Two wolves fighting inside one body—it makes you unpredictable. Wild." He smiled, and it was the smile of a predator toying with prey. "I'm going to enjoy taming you." He lunged.

He pumped his fist into the air, gave a hoot of victory. I raised one brow. "Excuse me, this is a library." He slapped his hands over his mouth. Sniggered. "The magic section is over here. You can follow me if you want." "Sure." I looked around the cathedral ceilings, all of the walls covered in books of every shape and size imaginable. "What's in all these books?" Young Kord snickered. "Every book we've ever read. We have an eidetic memory. If it comes in written form, we've memorized it."

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?