Avada Kedavra Novels & Stories

Cian followed behind them too, with as many guards as were available, all carrying different assortments of silver weapons. Her fears were confirmed as she reached the bedroom, her mate lying on the ground, all form of life drained from his body, the spell pot still contained the voodoo doll, now burnt beyond recognition, Sabrina stood there beside the corpse, holding a strange box, the most dreadful sight for Ava was seeing the body of her mate lying there. Kiara saw it too, and at that moment her heart felt nothing but pity and sadness for Ava. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“No harm done, don’t mind them.” Ava nodded with her head low, and Zeda gave the Earth Mage a supportive smile, which Ava returned. When Zeda turned back to the screen, Vyr was in action. He formed iron spears, their sharp edges glinting a wicked silver, and in a single, violent yet elegant hand gesture, he buried them in the hearts of all the Werewolves, except Kodak. “I’m surprised you had the presence of mind to isolate Kodak and not spear him,” Torvin teased.

Anthony starts to speak and I am drawn in by his deep voice, “I, Anthony Davis, take you, Violet Harris, to be my wedded wife. With all my heart, I promise to cherish and respect you, to stand by you in times of joy and sorrow, and in sickness and in health. I vow to be your partner in all things, and to love you more each day as we journey through life together. Until death do us part.” My throat feels dry as I muster up the courage to speak, hoping my voice doesn’t go up three octaves, “I, Violet Harris, take you, Anthony Davis, to be my wedded husband. With all my heart, I promise to cherish and respect you, to stand by you in times of joy and sorrow and in sickness and in health. I vow t

A scream that shattered through the battlefield like a blade of ice. “ELIANA!!!” Reed’s head snapped up. It was Aurora. His breath caught. He turned, eyes scanning the battlefield— And froze. There, amidst the chaos, Eliana lay on the ground. Blood pooled beneath her, her body trembling, her lips parting in silent agony. And standing over her— Was Kade. The dark warlock had appeared from nowhere, his cloak billowing, his hand raised, dripping with magic. He had struck her. Taken her down with a single touch.

Her heart ached at the sight of them, trapped in a nightmare from which they couldn't awaken. The battle surged around her, the air thick with the scent of sweat and blood. She could see Gunnar leading the charge, his powerful form cutting through the chaos as he attempted to reach her mates. Kelda channeled her own magic, threads of ancient power weaving through the air in an attempt to weaken Ava's hold. But Ava's magic was strong, a web of darkness that clung to her mates with tenacity. Vivi felt a surge of frustration and helplessness, her mind racing for a plan, a way to reach them without endangering her pack further.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

The door creaked open, and Lavender walked in with the cup in her hand. I looked at it intently, wondering if she was able to find anything. “The poison was created with a spell, my Lord,” she said and I snapped my brows together. “A spell?” only one name appeared in my mind. Aurora. “Yes, the person who made the poison cannot be killed by it,” she explained further and I nodded, slowly understanding what she was saying. “If that person is made to drink the poison, she won’t die?” “Yes, but if it is drunk by someone else, the person dies.”

Dora opened his eyes wide, crossing his arms in an attempt to show no emotion. "What makes you feel this way?" "Earlier, when you were fighting undead, I felt your energy after the barrier was broken. I've been around a higher-rank avatar before, so I know it's not enough for a C rank, and way too much for a E-rank." Dora's eyes narrowed. He was always very careful around this girl and the longer he was with her, the more dangerous she became. "... I'm not a C-rank." "... I understand. Where is this place? Are we safe from the undead?"

She gave a slight bow of her head. "Who are you?" "Not an enemy." She looked around at Daniel, who released a growl in his throat. Daniel got a quick flash of an image showing him being flayed. "But not a friend either," she finished, looking around at Marx again. "Ava is my adopted name." Ava looked over her shoulder, sensing the ring of werewolves closing around her. "Before you try, know that you can't kill something that’s already dead." "But we can sure as hell try," Helick said, stepping forward.

"Get out. Both of you!." "Yes, your highness.!" They chorused as they rushed out of my room. I sighed and pushed my hair backwards, what does father want this time?. He just ruined my moment!. Am prince Chad Alword. The only son and heir of the great king Alword, ruler of Sinae Kingdom. Am tall, have black hair, vale colored eyes, pink lips, pointed nose and perfectly handsome. I puff out deep breathe immediately I entered into his mighty chamber. I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him.