Harry Potter Banshee の小説・ストーリー

Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster; were they all wondering around these halls, just waiting to snap her up for a midnight snack? “Many," he said with a careless shrug. "I'm not sure of the exact number, but the Coven is the court for our world. There are hundreds here at any time.” “Of course," she mumbled bitterly. It only made sense for her to land in the Grand Central Station of the immortal world. Fabulous. "Paoli is a vampire, I'm apparently half-demon, and you claim you're 'complicated'," she counted them off. She put finger quotes around the word 'complicated'; a testament to how infuriated she felt since she never air quoted.

Whispering words that she intends for him to hear till she noticed a figure standing near her. A familiar voice said in a cold stern tone the words she despise to admit. "You killed him." She lifted her eyes to meet the one who said those words however Morrigan's eyes widened when she looked over Colfre's shoulder, where a woman was standing in front of her. Her eyes are chestnut in color, her hair raven long hair dances by the wind, and her face is innocent but as you look into her eyes it was chilling and horrifying. She watches in horror as an exact copy of her stands in front of her as she kneels in front of Colfre's lifeless body. The eyes of the Morrigan in front of her shedding tears

Ronan followed, slow and deliberate, enjoying my fear. "The thing about half-bloods," he continued, "is that they never know their place. Two wolves fighting inside one body—it makes you unpredictable. Wild." He smiled, and it was the smile of a predator toying with prey. "I'm going to enjoy taming you." He lunged.

They were too perfect to exist. "Boundary spells will take time to create hence the reason I brought a dark object that will immediately drain him of his power and make him seem more humane." Suzy winked at me. "What is the dark object?" Hilda touched a large palm tree bark and the wind started swirling almost immediately. "You will see," she said and stopped mid-air to inspect our surroundings. She slowed her breathing as she tried to make a magical reading.

one of the elders confessed. “Oh, my goodness. That's a banshee's voice,” Jada announced, and everyone was lost by what he meant. “What's that?” the little girl quickly asked before anyone could. “A banshee is a female spirit who heralds the death of a family member, usually by screaming, wailing, shrieking, and keening. She might be foretelling the death of the queen, which means we need to be fast with things,” he explained and fear gripped everyone in the chamber, including Julian who was standing outside.

“I am not anyone’s pawn! I am not an Omega!” A servant appeared at the edge of the yard—Maeve, her eyes wide, hands shaking. She inhaled sharply as she caught my scent. Fear. Real, unguarded fear. “She’s… she’s…” Maeve whispered. I felt it too. Recognition. Something old, dangerous, forbidden in her reaction. “Your scent…” I murmured. Maeve shook her head, silent. She couldn’t say it. I didn’t need her to. The council demanded a dominance trial.

A medium built, and from where he was sitting, he was probably around five feet and eleven inches tall. I took a deep shaky breath. “Sir, I need my necklace back.” Gael strolled his gaze on me from head to toe. “That must be so important to you. A gift? Just Call me Gael.” “Gael it is. That’s my mom’s.” “You can go, Lois,” he dismissed her. “Have a seat—” “Iris. My name is Iris Clayton.” Slowly, I took a seat at one of the two chairs across him. “Were you separated from your family or group?”

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

Sunshine screams as the mixture flying through the air strikes her down. I step inside the protection ring. I reach out to make an opening and pull her onto our side to protect her, but before I can pull Sunshine into my magic protection, one of the minions grabs Sunshine. He hits Sunshine one time with the salty-smelling potion, and it penetrates her body.