Avada Kedavra Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Jaguar said, emphasizing on the word bride "What?, you're not doing as instructed?" He glanced at them furiously, he grabbed the gun from the nearest guy and shot him dead, this guns are not ordinary, they're meant to kill vampires, and immediately the bullet pierced the guy's succulent flesh, it burned him like the sun would and he turned to ashes, the rest bowed their heads and greeted Ava quickly. "You're sick, this is so unbelievable, wait so this means you're Jaguar?" Ava said, touching her chest.

Lucien was unconscious, half-shifted. Rowan fought like a storm. And then— Velira pulled a blade from her cloak, pulsing with temporal venom. She hurled it toward Ava. But Kael moved faster. He took the blade. And fell. 7. The Time Price Ava screamed. Not with sound—but with magic. Time bent around her, reality splintering. Elya appeared beside Kael’s body, silent. “Don’t,” Ava begged. “Don’t take this from me too.” But Elya only touched Kael’s forehead—

--- POV: Araya The altar thrashed, roots whipping like snakes. One lunged for me, black with Erik’s venom. Hollowflame met it clean, turning it to cinder mid-strike. Another coiled Kade’s neck. My fire cut it down, leaving him gasping but alive. The priest shrieked as runes failed. His book writhed, words wriggling like worms, then burst into ash. Shadows rejected him. Adira swayed, pale, crown tilting. Her gaze locked on me—not recognition, but dread.

Necromancy, of course. Ava gritted her teeth and began the veil-sunder incantation from the book of Eilistrae, the lines etched in her mind from every sleepless night she'd prepared for this moment. The shadows froze, caught between pain and command. Ava lifted her arm, and the Weyrun responded, exploding in a ray of ancestral fire. One by one, the phantoms disintegrated, screaming, howling and pleading. Alura dropped to one knee, breathing heavily. The grief blade clattered to the ground.

The walls had been repainted, and new furniture now occupied the living room, but the faint scent of her mother's favorite lavender cleaner filled her nose along with the smell of something cooking. “You didn’t call,” Dorothea said, shutting the door behind her. “I didn’t have time,” She replied flatly, setting her suitcase down near the stairs. Her mother wrung her hands. “You should’ve called.” “What difference would it have made?” Kallista snapped. Before Dorothea could respond, a deep voice cut through the tension. “Kallista? Is that you?” Benedict Jones entered the room, a glass of whiskey in hand. The years had softened his features, but his eyes, they still carried that dead look anyt

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

She grabbed it so firmly that it was only a few inches away from her head. She smirked at the wizard, who looked shocked. "Did you think you could kill me? A thousand wizards are killed when a hybrid enters the world. Now take my blow," she said and threw the stake back to him. The stake pierced his head, killing the wizard. Ava started to move forward as she began to look for Dane. She thought Ian was helping Dane but he had not come to the war. It would have endangered his life. But her legs froze when she was standing close to a tree that was higher than others, she could see what was going on on the other side.