Snape Page 394 Novels & Stories

"Forgive us your majesty, I have taken the very first antidote that I know when I saw your life hanging on the line. Please don't blame Miss Snipes for the trouble, she only meant to help you." I saw how his brows furrowed and his mouth smirk while he look back at me. "Is this true?" Again a loud and intimidating voice rang inside my ears and rendered me breathless, my hands clutches on the top that I am wearing. As my breathing began to hurt and my body started to sweat. I cannot find my tongue to speak to him, then my eyes turn to Maleficus for question. Why am I feeling so sick all of a sudden? "Oh! The venom of the Prince! My apologies Miss Snipes!"

groaned Lycus Lewis in his mind. Albus looked around the room and did not find the scepter containing The Heart of Magic. Albus's heart pounded. He approached Lycus Lewis, who was in a state of death. Albus tore off Lycus Lewis's shirt. He could see that tendrils of black energy were almost filling Lycus Lewis's chest. Once his chest was perfectly black, his heart would explode and shatter. Lycus Lewis was dying.

"I will do everything within my power to save your child." With utmost care, Draco scooped me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me to the inner chamber. Laying me down gently on the cool floor, he retrieved a worn spellbook, its pages crackling with ancient knowledge. His eyes skimmed the text as his fingers traced the faded glyphs upon the pages, his voice resonating with a mixture of power and vulnerability as he began to chant the incantations that promised to defy the natural order.

“But what if I want to upgrade my healing spell to level 3, will the level 3 spell be drawn on the new page?” “No Jeremiah, the diagram on the first page will be upgraded into a more complex diagram.” The book replied, “That's how I work, fascinating isn’t it?” Jeremiah suddenly felt hunger and quickly grabbed the pancake that Tobias gave him a while ago. While eating, he flipped the second page of the grimoire and saw the curse spell diagram that killed king Victor, and then he looked at the third page of the same spell. Both diagrams had exactly the same embellishment. “Careful Jeremiah, you should not eat while holding me at the same time, I don't want a grease stain on my page,” Armadale

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

The Fire snakes are the weaker but I didn't find any rank 3 till now and the Earth snakes have a pack too big for me to go there and kill their boss quietly. She thought for a bit before doing an evil smirk which looked demonic in her primal form and looking in the direction where she came from. 'That horned snake should have survived right?' Lucinda walked slowly toward the other side of the valley. She would stop frequently to train in the writing showed in Uriah's diary and to review the details of the spell.

Adrian gazed at the small cauldron in his hand, his satisfaction evident. Despite taking a bit longer, the peculiar little cauldron known as the “Spectral Snare” had proven to be remarkable. Once enveloped by the Spectral Snare, Autumn could not resist. In just ten minutes, her soul was completely crushed and imprisoned within the cauldron. Adrian likened it to a millstone, watching as the ghost's soul was slowly crushed within the Spectral Snare's aura until finally being confined within it.

After no more than 30 seconds, he had the results. "Excruciating pain, and fast healing enchantment. What the bloody hell is a second year student doing with something like this?" Robards commented. Director Bones asks too. "Student name?" "On it." Auror Shacklebolt says and starts to look at the material on the desk for a name. On the front cover of the books, he found it. "Draco Malfoy." Auror Shacklebolt says. "He is too young to claim to be studying it for classes. Professor Snape?"

***** A night of chaos. When I woke up, the sun was already high. Victor was still asleep. His heat had broken. He was paler than usual, but the claw marks had scabbed over and were healing. The worst part was that my fingers were tangled in his thick golden hair, twisting and playing with it without me realizing. I snatched my hand back and tried to ease out of bed. Something clamped around my waist. His cool serpent tail. I turned stiffly. Victor was watching me. I had no idea when he'd woken up. Those green slit-pupils held no trace of the haze or the coldness from before, just quiet, focused attention.

he says, “we observe.” Observe what? Each other? The architecture?The inconsistencies? Lilith turns toward her corridor. “Sweet dreams.” One by one, they retreat. Aurora without hesitation. Sora precise and silent. Isolde with Ivy lingering. Celeste after one final glance toward the corridor beyond the heavy metal doors. Faye squeezes my hand once before disappearing. I remain beneath painted constellations. Alaric doesn't move. He fixes his gaze on me. I hadn’t realized how tall he was. Even in my heels, I only came up to his shoulders.