Sorting Ceremony Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

I look over at Samuel and ask softly, “Would you do that? Would you help me?” Samuel smiles and gets to his feet, moving over to stand in front of me as he says, “Yes, of course, I will help you, sis. If this is what you want to do?...” -------------------- THIRD PERSON Now that Emma was awake, Joesph and Finn set up for the Royal Death ceremonies. They are performed in the centre of the castle's town, with a sacred chant and then the burning of the ceremonial jars. Joesph makes sure he was the one that retrieved the jars from the Royal ceremonial room.

The casket was on a pillar, the soft windy breeze blowing the cloth that the body had been dressed with, and apart from the crackling noise and smell of burning firewood, there was absolute silence all around. "Shall we continue? Any last rites that needs to be said?" The sorcerer asked, and glancing at the closed doors of the castle hall, wondering what his mother would probably be going through, Adolph sniffed, putting on a brave face, and hands clasped behind him, he said slowly, "No, continue." Nodding in approval, affirming his order, the sorcerer who still had the burning firewood in his hand, started walking round the casket, chanting words in an incomprehensible language while everyo

A speechless, teary-eyed Natalie fervently nodded her head and let Marcus clasp the pendant around her before she said, “Yes, a thousand times yes, Marcus !” “Then it is a yes from me too, dear,” Marcus softly said before Natalie put the symbol of their love around him and secretly thanked her parents for giving her the courage to carry this out proposal. The thunderous applause from the spectators echoed throughout the hall while the couple hugged each other. The curtains closed for a new story and legacy to unveil ! * * * * * You can follow me on Faceb*ok for more updates. The profile name is Author Sonia. * * * * *

Before I could snap at him, the playful amusement completely vanished from Aiden's face, the serious Aiden sliding back into place as he gripped my shoulder firmly. "Tomorrow afternoon is the sorting ceremony," Aiden commanded, his voice dropping into a flat, deadly serious tone that brought reality crashing back into the room. "The High Council’s chief mystics will be analyzing every warrior’s internal core. Make sure to keep things low. You never actually know what extent you are capable of until you actually channel your inner energy. Do not be on the radar. His touch lingered heavily on my skin, his thumb tracing my jaw one last time before he let go completely. "Tomorrow, you suppress e

"When he gets here tomorrow, I want you to remember that. Remember that you're not alone. Remember that we choose you." Percy kissed my forehead. Ken's hand found mine, squeezing gently. "He arrives in a few hours," Ken said. "The principal is preparing a formal welcome." His words made my heart pound faster in my chest. I got dressed for the tournament. I chose clothes that made me feel powerful - fighting leathers in black and silver, the Lunae colors. I wanted Lucius to see exactly what I was – a warrior, a bloodline heir. The brothers walked me to the main hall where the official welcoming ceremony was being held. The entire academy had gathered. The place was filled with professors, stu

He’s learned to work without praying for it, but godsends coming in bits and pieces like this were always cherished. “And he’s here right now, yeah?” He sincerely hoped he was. He meant to catch him and have their reunion before the start of the day, hoping to put the Irons heir off his game during his classes. No one seemed to recognize him just yet, so the cake was sweetened with a cherry on the top because the wolf had the element of surprise. “Yeah! He has to be to rule the school. In fact, he and his guys were just outside announcing the Legacy Trials.”

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

"Outrageous! The prophecy scroll was issued by the Royal Observatory based on Genevieve's birth date. It foretold her blessed fate. Stealing and switching it will bring divine retribution! "If you and your daughter had a death wish, you shouldn't have dragged the entire Thorne family down with you! Did you embezzle my sister-in-law's dowry as well? Whether you believe me or not, I was about to summon the family council and invoke our laws against you, you black-hearted wretch!" I pressed down on Aunt Marguerite's hand and turned to ask the matchmaker. "Is the wedding envoy still outside the manor?" The matchmaker had been hiding behind the door gossiping with the maids. When I asked, she qui

Esther had tied Alaric to some pole in the center of the room, while Mom grabbed his limp hand and whispered a few words. All of this was making me sick. I was so close to running away with him—but I had failed. Think, Adelaide, think! I looked around the small room, which looked like it had been prepared for this so-called ritual for a long time. Symbols were painted across the floor, salt had been spread around the center, there were candles, and most importantly, a small wooden table with an open book. Deciding to bring back Baelor during the party, where the whole school would be present—from freshmen to seniors to the professors—was definitely a calculated decision.

His presence commanded respect, and the crowd fell into a hushed silence, awaiting his words. “My fellow witches,” Elder Magnus began, his voice deep and resonant, echoing through the hall. “Today, we gather to witness the crowning of a new Supreme Sorcerer. It is a momentous occasion, one that marks the continuation of our ancient lineage, the passing of power from one generation to the next.” The witches, gathered in the hall, leaned forward in rapt attention. This was a day they had all been waiting for, a day that would shape the destiny of their coven.