Avada Kedavra Novels & Stories

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

The candles flickered violently, and a strange energy crackled in the air. “Ava?” I called, my voice edged with worry. Her eyes snapped open, glowing with an eerie light. Her body trembled, and she clutched her head, her expression twisted in pain. “Ava, stop!” I shouted, rushing to her side. But it was too late. Before I could reach her, Ava collapsed, her body crumpling to the floor like a lifeless doll. “Ava!” I screamed, falling to my knees beside her. Her breathing was shallow, her face pale as death. It was as though something dark and terrible had latched onto her, draining her strength.

Zoey mouthed the words as she tensed and looked utterly determined. I pulled her by the arm, to prepare for any move that she would make next. A pulse of darkness swept towards us, ridged and icy. And the pain…; I could feel it poking into my skin, struggling to pull me into the complete oblivion. But Zoey did not move, she had her hands up high and she chanted, ‘Avada Kedavra’ in a whisper. She divided a finger and her magic erupted from her palms, knocking the witches and momentarily stopping their attack. Some backed away, shrieking in pain; they resembled pale emotionless flames in appearance.

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

We let the vampire know and they said that they would go and collect her and make sure that she was safe. Now came one of the difficult decisions for us to make, each group of the supernatural had to provide someone to hand over their powers to this Keira Kennedy. We worked out that the person who handed their powers over would die from the loss of the power the body would not survive. So we were not just asking someone to give up their powers, but to give up their life. I knew who was going to offer themselves up but what made this decision worse was it had to be one of the strongest elves the more power we had the better chance for Keira when she gained them all. Which meant it was going t

Ava The morning sunlight filtered through the towering windows of the mansion, casting long, golden streaks across the polished marble floors. At first glance, everything seemed tranquil. But I could feel the tension before I even stepped into the strategy room, subtle yet insistent, like the quiet hum of electricity in the air before a storm. There was an undercurrent of unease threading through every corridor, every room, every carefully curated corner of Adrian Vale’s empire. Today, I sensed, would bring veils of deception to the forefront actions hidden behind polite words, motives concealed under practiced expressions, and ambitions disguised as loyalty.

I beamed so brightly, running off. I bumped into Ruby on my way out. Just the person I was looking for. “Everyone, gather round the table,” I said firmly. The noise died down as they turned their attention towards me. Selene stepped forward, “Ava what's going on?” I stared at all of them. “Lucas can't be killed with just swords and explosives, he has crossed the line.” “What do you mean?” Xavier asked. I inhaled, “He’s using magic, black magic.”

she asks me, her gaze sliding to the door he’d exited through. “He is,” I tell her, though I’d seen no magic from him. Nora on the other hand, she’d given me a show; grasping the stars in her hands. The display had been breath taking, shimmering lights of far off planets danced in her palm. I’d wondered how they could be so small and she’d told me “Anything is possible with magic.” “Good,” she smiles faintly, just as Davon returns. His stride is quick as he makes her way to her, holding a flask of liquid that is oddly bright for being brown, “Take this, drink it all.”

Bringing him back to life from nothingness. “I, The ruler, strain one’s life to evoke a breath. For a life, stolen in one’s wrath. For I, revive Zuka Tademono’s wraith- Abysmal Revival.” He cast the spell, bringing Sir Zuka back to life. A deep shine emerged from the ground. Using the spell Zadicus used to bring Avin back to life but it was much stronger as it brought Sir Zuka back from nothingness. “Stop, Zadicus! It would be just like Avin! Is that what you want? A piece of flesh? Another Avin!?” Vera shouted, hoping he would realize he was doing wrong.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”