Wizarding World Patronus Novels & Stories

Let me tell you everything inside, my neck is still numb," he said in a serious tone. ***** "How can I tell her the truth? I'm afraid she might faint again." Ibrahil wanted to spill it out only that he doesn't know how she will react. The truth will turn her world upside down, but then again she deserves to know. She brought Andrea into his world, the world of Encantados. They are different from humans because they possess magical powers. They live in a realm invisible to them. They can pretend as humans to find a mate and lure them or enchant them so they can live with them. They can only love once. Whoever owns their heart will own them forever.

“I know. But let’s not let that idea get to us. We should be celebrating your child. We only need to keep that witchling safe against Alastor, for whatever reason he wants it alive.” I nodded. Patrea sat beside me before her arms wrapped around me. “Don’t overthink. We will locate him. So now, tell me what you were excited to share with me.” My lips curled into a grin. I shoved any thought of Alastor away as I withdrew from her arms. “I think I know what I’m good at,” I said proudly as I stood up. Patrea leaned her back against the couch and crossed her arms over her chest. A wide smile was on her face as she spoke. “Show me, young witch.”

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.

Who am I to think my pain is any greater? "Beta Forrester," Parris, the smiling young hybrid from the Boston coven, bounces towards me, a small box in his hand. "I think this will work for you, I sense a bit of witch about your edges," he peers at me sideways, squinting, peering at the color of my aura. Parris is a very rare type of witch, a tinker, with the ability to see connections between things. This allows him to not only see a person's potential, but also discover new ways to use materials to create spell tools to serve unique purposes.

Tall, pale, and dressed in an immaculate suit, he looked like he’d stepped out of a Victorian painting. "Good morning," he said, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "I am Professor Laurent. While I may not practice witchcraft, I have spent centuries studying its many forms. And so, you will learn from me." Rita slid into a seat, pulling out her notebook— And then he walked in. The shorthaired wolf from last night. He moved with deliberate calm, his shoulders tense as he scanned the room. When his eyes landed on her, something flickered in his gaze—something hungry.

A look of dismay and confusion crossed Hecate’s face when the red light pouring out faded as her hands trembled. Patricia’s eyes snapped open before she raised a hand at Hecate. A fiery black ball shot from her hand. It happened so quickly that none of us expected it to hit Hecate in the chest. Choking, Hecate stumbled on her feet. Astounded, Hecate glanced down at her hands before looking back at Patricia. “How is this possible?” She asked herself. “You’re a mortal witch!” She barked at the witch. “You’ve got to stoop to the same level as someone whose only motive is to take over the whole world even if that person is your very own Goddess.” Patricia stated, loud and firm.

She felt a sharp pain in her rib cage as she tried to pull herself up. “Your father must have said alot about me… Oh! He didn't? Allow me introduce myself. The greatest wizard, sixth order of the Phoenix, Pablo Martinez, but You Call me Master. Your kind is not worthy of my name”, he bragged. The strong smoke from his pipe coupled with the effect of the impact made her dizzy as he hovered rotationally around her. She regretted not obeying her father, but she also couldn't watch him die cheaply, in the hands of a power-hungry lunatic.

She laughed again, ‘No, M’lady, unless that is what you would prefer. I shook my head, “So who is your patron supposed to be?” The she-wolf cocked her head and shrugged her shoulders, ‘I have not been called back from the Aether in a very long time, and they would have to be of Alpha caliber to be capable of the merge if I found them worthy to be my patron. Much as your own vessel had to be strong enough to hold the sliver of celestial essence within you.’

Director Bones then starts talking. "What is your name?" "Peter Pettigrew." "Date of birth?" "May 12th of 1960." "Truth serum is confirmed to be working. Wizard in custody identified as Peter Pettigrew." She gives a small pause and continues to question. "Are you an animagus?" "Yes." "Are you a registered animagus?" "No." "What were you doing in the 2nd year male dormitory of Gryffindor's tower?" "I was hiding as a pet rat."

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in