Unicorn's Blood Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

he shouted becoming violent and tried pushing his way through his eyes turning red like blood. I rise to my feet, "that is enough" his eyes widen as he looks back at me and he begins to cough and heave "Cory the vial" once again the specimen is coughed up and Harry collapses but Carson catches him, Cory sealed it and placed the vial back into his pocket.

“You don’t know how many dragons are out there.” “I’d rather keep the number of people in contact with her to a minimum.” We both knew how valuable unicorns were as a commodity to other shifters. The magic they possessed was unlike what most shifters were capable of when alive. And dead, their bodies were harvested for nearly every organ, every scrap of meat—especially their opalescent horns, a crucial ingredient in magic-based rituals. I didn’t know much about them except that their horns were a conduit of magic. I wasn’t about to let Muriel slip into some trafficking scheme through David, which I didn’t doubt he would have turned to in order to make some money. Maybe I didn’t trust him as

His prediction wasn't wrong, and now he had his second chance. Lihont opened the small glass vial, his hands shaking with excitement. He stood beside the altar, looking down at Corin. Corin had been in a deep trance since he was forced to drink Darcy's blood. His eyes were open but they saw nothing. The potion Lihont held was meant to kill Corin's soul completely. Once his soul was dead, his body would be an empty, soulless vessel for the Dark Lord to enter. "Finally," Lihont hissed, his black eyes glowing. "The world will belong to the shadows."

Augustine came to the hospital with a bottle of precious unicorn blood. "I had a friend in Northern Europe procure this for me. It will do wonders for your old wound," he said, presenting it to me like a trophy. Unicorn blood was indeed rare and powerful, worth a fortune on the black market. But what I had seen through my familiar was the truth: yesterday, Lucy had complained that the unicorn blood was too sweet, took a few sips, and pushed the rest away. This was what he brought to me. "Thank you," I said, my face a blank mask as I took the bottle.

Her daughter's hair was dyed pale lavender with moondust, just like the creature's mane, even though she previously had the same hair color as hers. Helena was told that the curse from a dying mythical being as strong and legendary as the unicorn was the embodiment of its own nature. And that was why it was Harriet that received the curse. Because the little baby was the only maiden in that troupe. "After that, the creature's body became an empty shell and could not be made into any useful elixir. And the only valuable trace it left was its horn. Orcenal Silverlane, the Blood God Mercenary Troupe Leader, took the horn for himself. But a couple of years ago, I found this horn in an illegal un

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.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

Melinda ran a finger along the line and named them, steady, like an incantation at the edge of noise: “Dragon blood, the raw power, to bind the brute energy the tear bleeds. Phoenix blood, the rebirth so the seal can mend if it frays. Unicorn blood, its purity to cleanse the corruption. Basilisk blood, A poison to turn anything escaping into ash. Kraken blood, an abyssal strength to anchor us to the depths. Griffin blood, vigilance, watchfulness for the long centuries. Chimera blood, the hybrid coin that traps chaos by uniting it. Werewolf blood, it cycles and changes, to tether time to the seal. Vampire blood, an immortal blood, for endurance.” A deep, ancient red, almost black, that swallo

It shimmered in the moonlight, a celestial blend of silver and blue, like crushed stars. "What is that?" "Ground wolf bone. Moonflower petals. And a drop of my own blood." He extended his hand towards me. "Breathe it in. But be cautious. The vision it imparts will reveal your true self. And truth is not always easily perceived." Hesitantly, I leaned forward and inhaled. The world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of color.