Avada Kedavra Novels & Stories

Cold. Perfect. I turned back to the window. The night outside was silent, but it was the kind of silence that waited for something to break. Somewhere out there, that stark maid was hiding. And Ava? Ava was thriving. I just know it. The Werewarg… Everyone kept saying she was cursed or using voodoo, but it turns out it’s far worse than that. Eclipse born. Cursed blood. Forbidden existence. She was the Reigns worst terror waiting to unfold.

Professor Snape approaches a little to look at it, and says. "Indeed, it is the Dark Lord's wand." The atmosphere got stale in the room, just for it to be broken by a melodious feminine voice, Leona's. "I don't know who." Erik chuckles at his wife, and explains it for her. "You-Know-Who was a calling name given to a megalomaniac terrorist dark wizard that called himself 'Lord Voldemort'. He terrorized the British islands about 13 year ago." Leona's nods at Erik's explanation, and notices the obvious flinch that the wizards had when he said the guy's self given name. She continued to ask.

" One of them asked her professionally. Ava simply nodded her head as she was still sitting on the bed wrapped in a comfy duvet. "Do you want to do breakfast here or downstairs?" They asked again with their gaze down. "Umm..w-where is h-he?" Ava asked as she couldn't find him in the room and it was evident that he wasn't even in the restroom too. "Sorry ma'am who?" The maid asked quizzically making Ava to feel embarrass a little. "G-gareth." His name from her mouth felt so foreign to her that she thought if she took his name once more he would appear from nowhere. She was scared of taking his name like people used to take Voldemort's in Harry Potter series.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

Daryad notified Ava and slowly vanished into thin air. Ava," Daryad 's voice resonated, carrying a sense of urgency, "there is darkness approaching, a force that seeks to disrupt the delicate balance of our realms. Only your powers can act as a barrier against this imminent threat. You are the chosen one, the key to averting the impending peril." Ava, her eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and trepidation, nodded in acknowledgment of the daunting task ahead. The moonlit forest seemed to pulse with anticipation, the trees whispering ancient secrets that echoed the gravity of Daryad's warning.

My mother screamed—the correct reaction. “What the fuck?” Sara, my sister, gasped as she walked into the room and squatted next to our father. A large puddle of blood had formed by his face, seeping out from his mouth and nostrils. She pulled a dart out of his arm and smelled it. “Wolfsbane,” she said. “How ironic,” I responded. “What?” She looked at me, confusion on her face. “Well, it was his idea to use wolfsbane darts in battle. It’s pretty ironic that that’s how he dies in the end, eh?”

Simon asked again and still wants me to talk to Jackie and I know he will never stop asking me until I talk to Jackie, but I will never stop not minding him. “Oh! Hi there,” She said to Simon “Can you see him?” I asked her “Yes and he can see me too” She answered “How is it that he can see you but Divina doesn’t?” “Because Divina is mortal… he is immortal because of course, he is already dead” She answered while looking at Simon and she looked at my father and said, “He can see me too” and she looked at me and said, “Because he is dead too” I shook my head when I heard what she said because my dad is not dead. He is alive and drinking coffee. wait. Drinking coffee again.

“Please. Tell us. We lost you both once—we cannot bear to lose you again.” Ava’s voice cracked as she forced the words out. “Adrian is dead.” The silence that followed was deafening. Selene’s hand froze midair. Garry’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “Adrian?” he asked. “Who… who is Adrian?” Ava’s tears poured harder. Her lips trembled. “Adrian is Draco,” she said, the words torn from her soul. “And he’s gone. He’s the reason I’m here.” Selene gasped, her hands flying to her mouth as her whole body shook. “No… no, no, no.” Her sobs echoed in the chamber, raw and unrestrained.

The Dravens danced death in tandem, one striking while the other bound the fallen in chains of illusionary torment. But it was Ava who turned the tide. As the last bishop raised a staff crackling with soul-fire, she stepped forward, Alexander's eyes locking onto the flame. "Remember the Thirteenth," she whispered, and pricked her thumb on her dagger, smearing a single drop of blood across our son's forehead. The bishop's spell recoiled, inverting into a maelstrom that flayed him from the inside out, his screams a symphony of unraveling immortality.

“The Hollow Throne does not grant power. It takes.” The air tore. The creature recoiled, shrieking, its form flickering. But it did not fall. Then Vame stepped forward. They raised a single hand, and the Hollowed One hesitated. Vame’s voice was a whisper, yet it rang through the chamber like a death knell. “I was the first. I was devoured.” They reached toward the Hollow Crown. The creature screamed. A pulse of raw energy exploded outward. The force knocked Rael backward, the book burning against his hands. The last thing he saw before darkness swallowed the chamber was Vame’s fingers grazing the Hollow Crown and the world shattering around them.