Unicorn Blood Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

I touched her forehead and neck but it felt as cold as a marble tile. Suzy started pounding concussions and mixing all sort of herbs together. I removed the necklace from my neck and gave her the prized antidote. I watched her pour five drops of the magic potion into the mortar before picking up a knife to slice her hand. "Everyone come over here, we need some Marshall blood in here," Suzy said as some drop her blood fell into the herbs. I picked up the knife, slashed my wrists, and released some drops of my blood. My wrist started healing up and in some seconds, it was as good as new.

There are two hideous scars where his scent glands used to be, and without them, he seems to be a wolf no longer. “Pour me a drink at least,” Harry wheezes, sounding like a chain smoker on his last lung. Ariadne begins to make him the same drink that she’s having, but Harry shakes his head. “Water. Ice.” Edward takes the initiative, pulling a glass from the shelf, and water from the tap, slamming two jagged ice cubes in it. “My patience is thin,” the silver Omega spits. Harry accepts it thankfully, taking a small sip, which leaves the water tinged pink with blood. He still hasn’t fully healed, wounds on wounds that compound him to the brink of death.

I question him again trying to break the ice, he seems to smirk a little looking over at me. "Well it started back in school I don't know how old I would've been, I was sat in class leaning back in my chair and for some reason behind me, you know back in the day you had those pens you had to dip in ink?" He asks me looking over with a smile, I nod saying quills he nods continuing "well I leant back in my chair when the chair moved and I fell, on the way down I tried to grab hold of something to stop me falling, but I end up grabbing the sheet of paper the tubs were of ink was on" he laughs which causes a little laugh to come out of my lips as I finish with his cut on his face.

"In books I have travelled,not only to other worlds, but into my own " I abruptly slammed the brakes . Samuel got up with a start from the backseat and Scar continued with her rhyme "Jingle bells, umbridge smells, losers go away. Draco's hot Voldemorts not, Hogwarts all the way hey!!" Sam and me turned our heads towards scar simultaneously. We looked at her for a while , she stopped singing and Sam was the first to break the silence

"Better safe than sorry." Of course, Peter couldn't find anything. Harry was a rare example of a vampire with anti-traditionalist views. Moreover, he was protected by a spell that made it nearly impossible to uncover his vampire identity unless he exposed himself, as he did the previous two times to me. Peter likely had no idea that Harry's self-control was almost godlike. Not only did he resist the blood available in the hospital, but even a bowl of fresh blood placed right in front of him wouldn't trigger his bloodlust. At one point, I even joked that he was a mutant vampire who doesn't drink blood but eats meat, just liked us werewolves. And most importantly, Peter didn't know that Harry'

Spencer and Caled stood beside me as we all watched Ginny savoring the boar. “I hope she won’t feel so gross if she finds out she sucks on a boar’s blood,” Spencer said, shaking his head. “For as long as she didn’t suck on our blood instead, I believe it’s fine,” I answered. Not that long, Ginny stopped sucking on the boar’s blood. She stopped and seemed like she’s lost. Then she screamed. “Ah! What’s happening? What is this?!” she shouted, panic was evident in her voice. She looked at her hands that were trembling before she stood up and looked up at us.

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.

Harry cursed and Austin opened his mouth but his uncle silenced him. "Brooklyn is right. You had the solution all along but you don't want to use it. Why are you still keeping her? Do you want all the wolves dead before doing the right thing?" Harry lashed. "Uncle.... She's my mate, I can't use her" Austi explained. "Mate my foot. The moon goddess would be kind enough to give you a second chance, she's your enemy" Harry cut off. ''No, Dracula and Brooklyn are the enemies, she's innocent, she has never done anything bad to me and would never. I love her uncle" He retorted.

But just as he was about to touch Harry, Black gave his hand a firm kick. Connor tried to look the Mad One in the eye but could not do so. He could only bow his head in submission to this force of nature. "I don't know what happened. We conducted the control protocol as we've always done in the past..." he began to explain before falling silent. "Mat, hi. Duncan speaking. I apologize for the inconvenience, but we're going to need you... Wolfsbane and silver... Harry's in a bad way... In the Red Moon pack... Yes, Alpha Black is with us," Duncan replied calmly before turning to his Alpha.