Wizard Harry Potter Novels & Stories

With it, he could unlock the secrets of immortality, push the boundaries of life and cheat death, and ultimately bend the world to his will without being tainted by werewolf blood or a vampire's curse of getting burned by the sun. He turned to his trusted wizard, Jacques, who stood silently by the door. Jacques was a tall, imposing figure, with a sharp, calculating mind and a fierce loyalty to the Headmaster’s cause. There was no room for doubt in his eyes as he looked at his leader, waiting for his orders.

Then, he quickly followed the vice principal’s lead and folded his robes, placing them on the table beside Wángzǐ. And I'm not going to be coddling you ." Hikaru swallowed hard, not liking the sneer on Wángzǐ’s face or the glint in his dark eyes. Smoothing a sweaty hand down his shirt, Hikaru stumbled the two steps with his wand in hand. Yatagarasu Wángzǐ looked elegant and lethal, a slender figure in black at the other end of the gleaming length of wood. Hikaru may have been responsible for getting rid of Voldemort, but he knew that the man before him was a truly formidable and powerful wizard.

He parts from yet another rough kiss, the nasty, annoying smirk appearing on his lips. "Jealous much?" "Fuck you..." Suddenly, the howling crowd went silent. There was an incredible shift in the air, I couldn't pin point the feeling but it hit at the back of my neck. A response to threat, is such a reaction. Turning around, I see the wizard, looking old yet with jet black hair and tight skin, wearing sunglasses in the dimness of his own house, was him. Charles Glen, the Wizard.

"Then give her time. She is not ready." The First Wolf was silent for a moment. "Time is the one thing I do not have. The old magic is waking. The shadows are stirring. If I do not find a vessel soon, the power will leak out of me and corrupt everything it touches." "Then find another vessel. Someone else. Someone who is not my sister or my daughter." "There is no one else." The First Wolf looked at her. "You could take me. You are strong enough. You are willing enough. You could carry me and still be yourself."

The air in the chamber didn't just chill; it died. The figure standing in the corner was a grotesque mockery of life. Ronan’s body, which Zayden had broken with his bare hands, stood upright, but his limbs moved with a disjointed, mechanical twitching. The void-black eyes leaked a dark, viscous smoke that pooled at his feet. This wasn't a werewolf. This was the Hollow—an ancient, forbidden rite of the Virex line used only when a challenger refused to stay dead.

, his voice grew louder. I shook my head vigorously. "I can't do spells", I pleaded, my voice broken. A large hand reached around the corner and grabbed Trent's wrist. "Let her go", Prince Liam came into view. "No offense, your highness. But, this is a private matter", Trent growled. "Not anymore. You're in my home. Let her go", the Prince growled, squeezing Trent's wrist until he yielded. When his fingers released, the air burned my neck and lungs as I gasped and coughed. Trent gritted his teeth as he rubbed his wrist.

All he lacked was a red suit and a few reindeer. “Santa is a myth,” the wizard chuckled. “As you can see, I’m quite real.” “I forgot you read minds too,” Tara said with mild irritation. She’d followed Maggie’s instructions on blocking her thoughts and was disappointed it wasn’t working. Joshua spoke the truth when he said the wizard was good at it. “That I do, my dear girl. You have the power to block me if it bothers you,” he said matter-of-factly before turning his attention to Joshua. “Who might you be, young man?”

― 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 cooed as he enjoyed my affection. Ironically, I named him after a Harry Potter character, but he seemed to like it. Plus, Nagini in the film was a girl, but my Nagini is a male and a familiar. Once my magic grew stronger, Nagini appeared from my magic and took a form of a snake, a cunning and sneaky creature representing the cycle of birth, death, and rebirth. Another is that although they are considerably beautiful, getting close to one can cause destruction. "But-"

I tapped his cheeks, "Please open your eyes and tell me what to do? Why did you have to confront him?" "Your blood" he rasped and I was confused, "my blood?" "I was bitten by him, and a werewolf fang on a wizard is fatal, only the blood of a witch or wizard can neutralize its poison" "Alright, just tell me what to do" "Take a chalk, draw a circle and place me within it, then walk around the circle seven times chanting the karachika mantra, then cut yourself and let the blood drop on the injury"