Traits Of A Slytherin Novels & Stories

Torin was always the first to volunteer for dangerous missions, driven by a fierce loyalty to our cause and an unyielding sense of duty. Freya Freya, the healer, possessed an innate talent for herbal medicine and healing magic. Her gentle touch and soothing presence brought comfort to the wounded and weary. Freya's compassion was matched only by her bravery, as she never hesitated to put herself in harm's way to help others. Soren Soren was a skilled swordsman with lightning-fast reflexes and unparalleled agility. His dual swords flashed through the air with deadly precision, and he could disarm an opponent in the blink of an eye. Soren's confidence and charisma made him a natural leader amo

An hour later, the contract signing concluded. "I hope none of you blames me for making you sign this. Loyalty is the most crucial component of becoming a soldier. The rest are trivial. Once you become a Slayer family soldier, you will always be a Slayer family soldier. I don't want to get bitten by the individuals I'm feeding." Everyone nodded in agreement. "We can train your body as well as your skills. I can even make you exceptional and powerful! I can make you famous all throughout the empire! But I can't shape someone's character."

I love adventures and taking fool-hardy risks. But then, Shelly is everything I'm supposed to be. Cool-headed, introverted, geeky but pretty, less-opinionated, but listens more. Blonde and always in ponytails. Fancies dresses and never on pants. Shys away from guys, thinks things through before doing them, never takes risks, prudish, and too obedient for her own good. On most occasions, we get compared to each other and I'm told to be a little more like her. But the truth remains that I'll rather chug down a million wolfsbane than be anything like Shelly.

“Now I know you’re screwing with me.” “Hermione, language,” Siobhanny chided, curling her tongue wickedly. Self-consciously, I patted at my frizzy hair, trying to make it lie straight in the way that it never would. “Come on, you love mages. You have that suckable Draco substitute all lined up for your bed. Whatever will Ron think? Or is screwing a bad Slytherin why you’ve chosen Alex? The thrill of the taboo?” “Trust me, Alex isn’t bad, and enough of the Slytherin bashing. Plus, you’re the one wearing the skin of the humans’ belief in the good mage.”

God, I'm almost the same as Rhysand's now. I stared down at my stomach, feeling something warm in my chest as I imagined their future. I just pray that Rhysand's traits don't inherit them. In particular, his psychopathic nature. I didn't know what to use against the two mini Rhysands. All I could sense was that they had inherited Rhysand's calmness beyond the deep sea.

Eli smirked still day dreaming about her. “What he means is that she possesses masculine traits like persuasive, strategic, ambitious, intimidating and all the whatnot.” Josiah corrects Eli with an eyeroll. Not a bad assessment though. He has always been the smartest of the group but unfortunately in his case his own came with anti-social tendencies. He lacks the ability to socialize outside his tight knit circle. Well versed in technology but zero emphasis on interpersonal connections. “Okay I mean she has these ruthless killer instincts beneath those cute little dimples and that curly hair she flaunts. She’s my soulmate but I can’t prove that yet.”

And usually the bigger the n, the bigger the dick it’s attached too. My next fuckbuddy needs to be someone who is a mix between Basil and Blaze, someone not so emotionally cold, but also not so sensitive, someone who shows me attention, but also gives me room to breathe, someone without an Alpha complex, but also not Omega syndrome. Someone like yummy Slade Ironclaw. I really should just start collecting those cats now.

Erik let go of the blade, the students and staff watched as the sword was dropping to the ground, but as suddenly as it appeared, it disappeared in thin air before hitting the ground. "And fourth, we have Slytherin. Salazar had one male heir, that he disowned just years after he finished his magic education, and quoting the man, himself, 'the little bastard is a power hungry bigot of a disappointment', and so, is his last will, he reaffirmed the disown of his son, and left all his possessions to his goddaughter, Susan Sally Ravenclaw, his only true heir. Any other that claims that is a liar." That seemed to agitate some older students from Slytherins. One of them even yelled.

So, he quickly left the cafeteria, upset and frowning. "Hey, Vincent!" Sylvester shouted. He stood up to follow him. But before he could get out, he turned back to his friends and to the shaken people who watched the scene. "No one will follow," he threatened while gritting his teeth. Sylvester is known to be friendly and kind throughout the campus. But everyone believes in the saying that it's scarier when a patient person gets mad. Besides, there was a rumor that Slyvester was a son of a very influential and wealthy man.

She temporarily set aside that thought for a while and focus on what is in front of her, reading the last sin and the only three embodiment that capture her interest more than the rest. “Lazy, and prefer to sleep as he wanted to be left alone in his world, he is a genius mind player and team captain of the mental sports of the academy’s Hydras’. His silent nature is what makes him unpredictable and the one among them by which mind is where I could hardly read. Secretive and the spy among the seven, he holds the name of the devil Belphegor and the embodiment of the sin of Sloth, Tucker Relight.” A lustful gaze then draws to her face. Upon looking at the image of the said embodiment, but not f