Albus Dumbledore Vs Lord Voldemort Novels & Stories

His gaze met mine, acknowledging that he was discussing me. “So what? Tomorrow you’ll get married as proof that you are the Alpha worthy of standing beside her? If it’s about strength to defeat the Dark Lord, she should choose me instead.” Alastair pulled a cigarette box from his robe pocket and lighten one with his black Zippo. “We don’t know where or who the Dark Lord truly is. We only know he has been moving his forces to create chaos and perform dark magic rituals. Perhaps what’s needed to defeat him is intelligence rather than brute strength,” Romero countered Alastair’s opinion.

I mentally cursed myself, and hurriedly went to apologize to both men. “I’m so sor-…” I trailed off as soon as I turned around to apologize to the second man. An immediate chill swept across my body, and my blood turned to ice as I realized who I had disrupted. Alpha Sergio of the Black River Pack. Waves of power coursed off of the male’s massive body as he turned around to face me. My insides flipped in one hundred different directions, and I silently backed away from his towering figure. I didn’t want to be too close to him when he realized that I, a petty first-year werewolf, had disrupted him.

alpha Larry barks at him with so much rage. "Hahahaaa..!!" Dracula laughs out loudly and then, with lightning speed, the two launch themselves at each other. Dracula moves with blinding speed, his fangs bared as he launches himself at Alpha Larry's throat. But the werewolf was ready for him, and he twists away, slamming Dracula into the ground. The two fight with a ferocity that shook the very earth beneath them. They clawed and bit at each other, each determined to emerge victorious. But in the end Dracula emerges as the winner.

The merciless punisher; anyone who opposed him faced a vicious animal. He was compared to Voldemort in Harry Potter —he who shall not be named or whatever. We all knew it was him behind the attacks, but we could only hope that it wasn’t. After all, hadn’t we convinced ourselves that fear was just a product of our creative minds? I looked over at Lily, who was rocking back and forth. Could she be wrong and misinformed? I pray she is wrong!

"I'm actually looking forward to that day. I've prepared enough weapons to make this house a tomb for them. Besides, Albus is a former soldier. He's an expert in tactics and weapons." I let out a long gasp. "Albus? That old man?" "Don't let the gray hair fool you." "No wonder," I muttered honestly. "For an old man, his body is still very athletic. The muscles in his arms and thighs still look very solid. Whoa." Ronan suddenly stopped in his tracks. I stopped, too, confused. "Why?" He tilted his head, staring straight at me with a piercing gaze that made my breath catch in my throat. "You... do you like muscular men? You even paid such attention to Albus's thighs? If he heard this, he'd defin

He growled loudly, shaking the four corners of the room. His transformation was swift, as was Lord Potter's. He grabbed Alpha Harry and pushed him off the second floor. The windows and the balcony shattered as well. “I’m not scared of you, Alpha Harry.” Lord Potter growled, staring at Alpha Harry’s red eyes. He refused to respect Alpha Harry, knowing that he had never said a wrong word to him. “I’m going to teach you a lesson.” Alpha Harry pounced on Lord Potter, but he flipped him over, pushing him with a large amount of force into a tree that snapped a lot of branches, shattering the windscreen of the cars parked around it.

The spell casters tried to colonize the werewolves and had a plan to attack the other tribes after they defeated the Drottghes family. “Tell me, Voldemort. Where is my father and why are you attacking me? I'm the Alpha's son!” He shouted to the guy who is now laying on his right hand with a katana pierced on his stomach. “We never serve you because werewolves like us are not deserving to rule the world of Deshaun, only the Spellcasters have the power to do it!” Voldemort said that makes Flion angry. Before the guy could say another word, he pulled out his katana and swung it on his head.

Albus was a wrinkled, bony old man on the brink of death, and there seemed to be not a wisp of black miasma wafting out in sight. It seemed like the Holy One had trapped the Power of Destruction in Albus' body using some special method so that it would continuously feed on the spirit energy inside Albus' body.

Chapter 101 Lucien POV… “What were you saying earlier?” I turned to the man and asked coldly. “You, you really don’t fear death, do you?” the man questioned. He was on the verge of blowing his top from anger. “That is true. We are not afraid of you and your little toys.” Pete said and I turned to him in shock. This quite brother-in-law of mine seemed to have quite a temper too. But he had the right to be arrogant after all, he has already taken the serum and he was also the black horse in this year’s competition.

My eyes don't leave the dark green ones of the man in front of me, there's no speck of kindness or compassion in them, there's a reason this man isn't part of a pack and all I can think is that he must have done something incredibly evil. "What do you say gorgeous, you want me to finish you off?" He chuckles, reaching out for me. "I'd rather die." I grunt out and he laughs. "Oh, that's going to happen, but we might have some fun with you first." The moment I feel his hand grab my arm, Abaddon twists, hitting and kicking out at the two men holding him. I raise my knee, slamming it between the legs of the man in front of me, he grunts, bending forward so I hit him in the back of the head, send