Black Wizard Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I felt bad with all the news I was only bombarded her with and filling up her table. I wait for my mother to come back from the kitchen, fetching some brownies she'd been making for her chronic pain before we got here and wanting to tell her Bahm was also a wizard. ☽☽☽☽☽✦☾☾☾☾☾ Bahm's P.O.V "Ahh.. Half Dark Wizard, Half Werewolf.. Hmm...Thats an interesting mix." Hunnie's mother says after handing Hunnie and I some of the chocolate brownies she retrieved. They smelled good and tasted very rich.

He stopped just short of me, his presence crackling like lightning in the air. “Because I have known you,” he said softly. “Not you exactly—but every life before you. Every incarnation of your bloodline.” My breath seized. “What are you talking about?” “I am not a student at Blackmoor,” Harry said finally. “I am not even supposed to exist here. I am the first cursed immortal—the one who defied the gods and paid the price in eternity.” The words sank into me like stones. My knees weakened. “Immortal…?”

“And oh boy, Xareth it’s a long list.” His eyes narrowed, but the sound of battle grew louder. Steel clashed near the gates. The snarls of werewolves rang out in vicious unison. His soldiers were falling back, crumbling under the pressure. That’s when I saw her. Soaring through the sky above the castle, black robes billowing in the wind, a jagged staff clutched in her hand A witch. Perched on a broom carved from bone and ash. My lips curled into a giggle.

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

He would kill people he disliked with only one word, "I don't like his face" no one knew what he meant or what kind of face that he disliked, but they knew they should avoid him. And what was more mysterious to Lord Mike was that no one knew who he is, whether he is a human or a sorcerer or whether he is a mythical being.

However, the young girl then replied to him in a firm and unmistakably natural tone as she stated, ‘There’s nothing to be afraid of. But Nene, if you knew where my scars came from, you would probably think of me as the chief of all evil, just like everyone else. Harry closed his eyes. Those bloody fights seemed like a dream in retrospect. They had been long gone for many years, but what never disappeared was the invisible black mire behind him. The gravitational force inside was pulling him in little by little. One day, he would be pulled and dragged, and then trapped until his demise… Harry turned sideways.

“Dogori! Come, my daughter is here and she remembers everything. It is owed all to your perfect work, of course.” Dogori soon joined them. Lord Jyris greeted him and he acknowledged it. Dogori was a wizard, dressed in black robes and a black blindfold tied over his eyes. The colour he was clothed in was a sharp contrast to White King. In his hand was a staff that was taller than he was which seemed to be made out of different tree branches twisted together. “It is a good day, your Majesty,” he said, stopping in front of them. He certainly couldn't see them, despite that, she felt like Dogori’s gaze lingered more on her.

I warn, meaning it, at the same time trying not to show him how much of an effect Peyton has on me because I don't want her dead. "You're no fit for an Alpha, Killian. You're still that vulnerable boy who's scared shitless of his dad." Black says with a thick voice full of malice. These words cut deep through because the bastards know how to hit where it hurts. "Who are you?" I growl, my body invigorating for war. Because he sounds like someone close to me. Black stops heading towards Peyton's wolf who's taking fast gallops towards my side, then he shifts into his human form, stunning the shit out of my senses because the person who has made himself my enemy, is no other person than Harry He

Debby pleaded with tears already falling off her face, her heart palpitating in a hard way. "Did you think my two sisters were not innocent yet your father killed them? Two young precious and lovely girls died before my very eyes. I watched Broderick slaughter my mother as if she's a ram and for my father, he killed him slowly in the most brutal way ?" He said and took his hand off her chin. Hard veins could be seen in his neck and his forehead, "I'm Harry Vernon! the demon of Darkwood! The most powerful man in Asia! I have destroyed every single soul who came against me in the past. I let them beg for death."