Unicorn's Blood Harry Potter Novels & Stories

The casting Unspeakable started to cast a very specific diagnostic. *groan* "Really?" "Really." "Gibbers?" He asked the casting Unspeakable. The cloaked man finished his spell and directed his cloaked face to his superior. "Affirmative for Horcrux." "Bloody Hell. Who is the kid?" The gloved Unspeakable, Buzzer, went to one of the books still on top of the bed and opened it, reading the name written on the front cover's back out loud. "Ginny Weasley."

In the center of the star would be placed a cauldron containing blood from the one performing the spell as well as a body part of the deceased, dirt from the deceased's grave, and a piece of a unicorn horn as well as other items I couldn't recall. Since unicorns no longer existed, I was positive Sera couldn't complete the spell, but something told me my optimism was misplaced. We searched for hours with no success, and it was after midnight when Gabe finally walked me to my room. Curfew went into effect hours ago. The kids working on the dance and haunted house were safely back in their rooms, but Sera still hadn't been found. "Get some sleep," he said. "She has to eat. I'm sure we'll see he

They exchanged a knowing look, and Uncle slumped his shoulder. "Try it, Princess. There's nothing we can do to help them. If your blood can cure them, then do it." Uncle said. I opened my palm before him, and he quickly placed a knife on it. I wince when I cut on my palm, and I let two drops of my blood into each of their mouths. We waited nervously. I prayed it would work. I don't want them to die. Five minutes passed, but it felt like hours had passed, I saw movement, and my eyes widened when Uncle Harry opened his eyes.

A torrent of steaming hot blood. With all the strength I could muster, I tossed my head aside, alleviating the weight from my brow. A dark hole glistened in the dragon’s throat. The blood streaming down my face sizzled, staining my fur. The pain was enough to bring tears to my eyes, but I didn’t care. The dragon had impaled itself on the only physical aspect I had inherited from my mother—my spiraling, opalescent unicorn horn, now glistening a violent red.

She whispers a happy good luck to me before exiting the room of the Prince. "I sincerely apologize for calling you out this early Miss Snipes, but you see I have to let you come and help him. His enemy used an old tricky poison that's difficult to cure unless someone use the blood of a female virgin human being in order to cleanse the dirty blood of a wolf who has killed too many." I gulp down a lump in my throat when the wizard smiles at me and open his palm to let me give my hand to him. "What do you mean a virgin human being's blood? I should not be the only one who can save him in this Palace!"

Therefore, Harold decided to tread carefully where the warlock was concerned. It took him days to gather enough blood for his grand plan. All this he did whilst cloaked in an invisible spell. He was so sure that no one saw him and he was beaming with pride. Little did he know that all he did was in the eyes of the warlock. Mtungagore saw his every move but did not intervene. All he did was wait it out so as to see where Harold was going with this. He wondered why all of a sudden the wizard was collecting different races blood. He brushed it off thinking that maybe he was trying to concoct some weird portion. The Azanian relaxed knowing fully well that if it's a concoction, he would know abou

He noticed the crystal on its forehead briefly gleamed and shined after it healed itself. A while ago, its body had already been bathed with its own blood of muddy black color from all the wounds it took. Yet now, it completely returned to its original color, like nothing happened in the first place. Feeling suspicious, Yman knitted his brows. Although he was not sure, he could still remember some of his teacher's teachings. He said that the monster with '+' on their rank tend to have a crazy mode that will be triggered when the monster's health points dropped at a certain percentage.

They were pure bloods, so drinking from them accelerated the healing process 10 times, since my healing abilities were slower than most half bloods. On nights when alpha Grey knew that he was leaving in the morning to do some errands or wage war some place and he wouldn’t return for a couple of days, he would make me drink a small cup of wolfs bane and refrain from giving me any of his blood when he was finished with me. That way, I wouldn’t be fully healed until he returned. It was his sick way of taking his claim on me and marking me as his, even if he is not here he would be causing me pain.

Finally, he said thoughtfully: “I asked you to make a choice once. Black or white. Death or life. It wasn’t that hard because the question was only about the horse. Right? Do you remember that?” Something inside me resonated painfully. As if Reive was plucking my most sensitive strings. “I do...” “And you, the girl who had never met an undead in her life, chose the shellmougr. Death itself. Scarlet Hoof is one of the most dangerous creatures of the Twilight. Just one bite from him dooms a person to rotting alive. But you weren’t afraid. And not because you didn’t know that. Right?” “Right,” I agreed. What the necromancer was saying frightened me for some reason. But then, I had chosen the de

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.