Wizard Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"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?”

Everyone was mesmerized by the breath-taking beauty of the chalice that glowed under the yellow light of the chandelier. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

― 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.

Walking out of the room, they both made their way down the stairs to see the wizard in the living room, eating an apple he had gotten from the table filled with fruits. Always eating something! "Hello." The Lord greeted, his eyes Landing on that of the wizard. The wizard's eyes widened and stood up to leave only to be stopped by the Lord's voice. "I didn't come to chase you around wizard, only to hand down some questions. Please do sit down and feel comfortable for today." The Lord said again, emphasising on today. "You seem to know who I am." The Lord picked an apple as well. "Who doesn't know the Lord of Viscoria. Every creature on Earth knows you for who you are....Son of the Hybrid and s

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"

“I hope you had nothing to do with this.” “Absolutely not!” he snapped. “I’m not as foolish as the others, starting a war just for pride! And there’s no way I would order anyone to hurt my daughter!” I pouted. “Good, then. Now let’s gather all the Moon Dust warriors and see if my theory is correct.” Although Harry looked unhappy about being ordered around, he had no choice but to comply. He called the warriors—using the mind link, of course—and soon enough, those werewolves began arriving at the headquarters from all directions.