Dark Lord Harry Potter Novels & Stories

she says. “It is” I reply, Devil is the only name I answer to, it’s the person that was born at seventeen, Devil is the one in charge, Devil is a killer, psycho, who fears nothing. I’m her, the old me who died at the age of seventeen, the second his brain covered my hands.

“We Dhampirs are training to be able to wield all 3 though, most of us concentrate of elemental or light magic, dark magic should only be used in extreme circumstances.” “Could dark magic be used to manipulate someone’s heart?” Helga nodded slowly, “It is possible though, I would require a significant sacrifice.” Achilles frowned at her, Helga thought that his highness truly was quite ignorant. “All magic comes with a price your Highness, when using elemental magic, we draw power from out surroundings.” She demonstrated by summoning a gust of wind through the room, she then motioned towards a shelf containing candle sticks and all of them sparked alight almost simultaneously, she waved a han

I sobbed, tears spilling hot and fast down my cheeks, the metal of the gun freezing against my burning skin. "If they want you," Draco continued, his voice dropping to a hypnotic, terrifying purr as he traced the cold steel down the hollow of my throat, pressing just hard enough to make me gasp, "they're going to have to cut you out of my cold, dead hands. Because nobody takes my property. Nobody. I wouldn't even mind if they walk right that door with you on the table while I fuck the hell of you." Before I could draw another breath, before I could scream, the distant, muffled sound of a shattering window echoed from the hallway below. The war had arrived at our doorstep.

"The warlord. I'm looking for him." He stared for a second, then burst out laughing again. "You really are drunk, aren't you? How many bottles did you steal from the cellars?" My throat tightened. "What do you mean?" "Darius Venn's been dead for centuries," he said, still smiling. "You only hear stories about him now. They teach his tyranny in schools. You must be new here if you don't know that." His words slammed into me, dull and heavy. "Dead?" I repeated. "He just—he just killed me moments ago."

He had very dark long wavy hair, down to his shoulders, his eyes were a colour I had never seen before, almost like the mixture of all the colours, but not black at the same time. And he had the most gorgeous smile. Everything I knew about the King seemed different when I looked at the man. King Hades was the most corrupt, evil, and most dangerous King to ever be created, he literally ruled all the wolf demons in the Underworld. I knew all this because of Egyptian mythology, something that I had loved when I was in school. I couldn't add up the fact that this beautiful man was the evil Lord that I read about, it just didn't make any sense.

Seriously, who died and made him the boss of me? Lying back on my bed, I close my eyes and try to fall back asleep. Unfortunately, as soon as I do, I see is a pair of onyx eyes, high cheekbones, plump lips and dark, ebony hair. Lucifer might be thousands of years old, but you would confuse him for a young man if you saw him. In fact, he and Fallon look the same age. If anyone would see them together, they’d confuse them as brothers. I exhale deeply as I berate myself for such useless thoughts. I don’t know why I keep thinking about him.

As I’m about to put my new code in, a random student appears next to me to get into their locker. “I wouldn’t trust that locker.” The student says as he flings open his locker door and scampers through his books, which are sat neatly inside. “What’s so bad about it?” I ask. “The devil’s locker. That’s all I’m saying.” He replies hesitantly. “Oh...” I say with a confused look on my face. “If you want to know more, meet me at the old oak tree at lunch.” He grumbles as he threw his books into his rucksack.

“They’re the ones who do the dirty work for him. They’re ruthless and merciless, and they’re looking for someone—someone named Vladimir Albert Darkclaw. He’s the one you need to be worried about!” Aiden’s heart raced as he processed the name. *Lucifer.* The connections began to form in his mind. “What does Vlad have to do with this?” he asked, his tone low and threatening. “He’s known for his ruthless attitude in the mafia world,” the man continued, his voice shaking. “The Serpent wants something from him. If you want to get to The Shadows, you have to go through Lucifer. They’re intertwined in a way you can’t begin to understand.”

She may not feel it, the pull, but she would soon enough. Throughout the ensuing chaos, no one noticed the looming figure across the bar, watching their every move. He knew where she lived now. He would exact his revenge. He was sure he could convince the dark lord to take him under his wing, for a demon had no feelings, and would accept his sacrifice, no matter if he seemed to care for her.

He had a dark beard and wild, black hair that reached his shoulders, his lifeless black eyes staring blankly back at them. “Who do you think he was?” Georgia asked. “I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. I kept getting glimpses of his conscience. His mind was so dark. His wolf was always in control. I could see parts of his memories. He was the one that killed my predecessor. The man behind the Lycan didn’t matter to him. It was Anubis he was after all along. Once he realized that Anubis survived through me, he’s been trying to hunt us down ever since. He would have never stopped and killed as many innocent people as it took to get to me. Whoever he might have once been, any humanity he might hav