Avada Kedavra Novels & Stories

Ava's POV The battle raged on, the clash of sword and magic filling the air. But in the chaos, a minatory presence lurked, unseen by the soldiers. A poisoned arrow was shot, aimed straight for Ava's heart. Kairo, Ava's pious friend, saw the peril and rushed to save her. But fate was cruel, and the arrow struck Kairo rather, piercing her casket. As she fell to the ground, her life slipping down, Ava's world shattered. Ava's grief and rage burned , unleashing a fury unlike anything seen ahead. With a fierce cry, she charged forward, her magic and brand slicing through the adversary lines, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake.

The tall and intimidating warlock, leader of the Nightshade Coven, lifted his hand with dark energy crackling around it. "Kyra, farewell," he uttered, his voice filled with spite. Before she had a chance to respond, the warlock's spell struck her, causing everything to turn black. Damon's cry of pain reverberated across the battlefield when he witnessed Kyra's collapse. The battle continued, but the result was full of uncertainty.

Aldrich I swear Ava took ten years off my life, the way she was whimpering and crying in her sleep. My first thought was–somebody is magically attacking in her sleep. I don’t know if that’s even possible. I have a very limited knowledge of magic, given the strict segregation between the magical beings and us Werewolves. Pain was deeply etched on her face as she tried to ward something or somebody off, her arms flailing wildly. How was I to know that it was only a nightmare?

Vincent said begrudgingly, and his adorable face turned red from anger. He whipped out the magic wand that Zayn bought for him as a souvenir from Universal Studios. Vincent snarled, "I'm going to use Avada Kedavra on Bad Daddy!" Larissa didn't know what to say. "That's it," she thought. Avada Kedavra was the strongest spell. Vincent had always used harmless tools like the Crawly Dust or Burpy Dust to prank others. But if he intended to use Avada Kedavra, he must've been pissed.

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

She might not have marked my body, but she has marked my heart, mind and soul with her sunshine smiles and kisses for slices of happiness. I need to kill Adrik before he does any real harm. I don't know what the spell he had used is or how long will it take him to finish building his army. I don't know what kind of power those witches will yield and how it will affect us all. But I do know that it isn't good for us. Black magic never is. Ava's face appeared in front of my eyes. The thick, arched eyebrows, the wide doe shaped eyes, the cute upturned nose, the plump, bow shaped lips, the sprinkle of freckles on the bridge of her nose from being under the sun.

Dumb right? I bumped into someone when I took the next turn sending their drink flying out of their hand, and all over my shirt. I reached for her hand to hold her steady, she almost slipped. “Oh, my God, you have no idea how sorry I-” The woman did not even let me land. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? CAN’T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING? ARE YOU STUPID, OR DUMB, OR JUST PLAIN BLIND?”

Easton turned toward her, a hint of doubt visible on his face. “East, do you really think I can’t recognize myself?” Reverie grew even more irritated. “The legend of Nereth says that she disappeared after casting her curse. And it is said that she will return after a certain period of time. There is also a belief that Nereth will be reborn as a new soul, one untouched by her past. So she might have lost her memories—” “Wait. So Nereth wasn’t the warden of Ardenvale? She cursed it?” Reverie repeated, confused.

KIVA. Catherine raised her hand, and the entire world seemed to answer her the instant her fingers lifted, thousands of black tendrils erupting out of the cracked ground all at once and tearing straight toward me like they had a hunger of their own. I didn't move, even though every instinct screamed at me to. I lifted my hand instead, calm on the outside even as my heart slammed against my ribs, and white light exploded from my palm in a wave that met every single one of them halfway. The tendrils disintegrated before a single one could so much as brush against my skin, dissolving into nothing the way smoke dissolves into open air.

KAEDEN I stand in the shadows outside of Avara’s wing, my mind resolute as I summon threads of magic from the void, with the intention of melting the steel bars caging Avara like a common thief. However, the moment my power touches the wall of Avara’s wing, it doesn't sink in. It rebounds. A violent, black surge snaps back, striking my magic like flint against steel. I feel it in my teeth. In my bones. It isn’t the usual warding, not a simple Alpha seal or ancestral rune stitched into stone for privacy. This is something visceral. Thick. Ancient. Wrong.