Death Eater Harry Potter Novels & Stories

And what are those things standing around them’ ‘ Alvaro’s gone after him,’ Jake snarled ‘ and those things are death-eaters. That is the name given to the most ardent followers of Torelli. The group consists primarily of wizards and witches who are pure-blood supremacists and who practiced the black magic with the least care, with malevolence, and without regard, neither with reverence or respect to the law of wizardry. They are his primal force and his mark is blazoned on their forehead. That’s what summons them to congregate in such fast manner’ At this, anxiety seized Jesse

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

He waves my excuse away and says, “Not a problem, love. I’m used to muggles being surprised by my gorgeous face.” At first, I think he’s serious, but then I realize his reference to a popular children’s book and laugh out loud. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s it.” I joke back. Once everyone is properly comfortable, we get to the more serious matter of why we’re here. Creighton gestures to the large leather book he was reading and points to a section. “Okay, so this is what I’ve gleaned from the murder and your visions. There is a very powerful spell called the Potestatem Vitae Mortem. Loosely translated, it means power over life and death. However, this is not just to gain power over life and death b

As time went on, he felt that Heinrich was becoming more and more like Harriet. But why didn't he like him? Was it because he is a man? Ezekiel did not know that Heinrich was the sole disciple of Cynthia Delaroche, the last Archmage, and Harriet before her reincarnation. No one in this world knew except Heinrich himself and Liam who remembered the past. At the same time, Heinrich slowly started to like Ezekiel's current attitude. It seemed like the news that Ezekiel was the victim of Sorcery in the past year was true. Sorcery was so vile that it changed Ezekiel's true nature.

Everything looked normal until, A large roar tore out from the first, earning a more intense response from the crowd, "I AM DEATH EATER!!!!" Oh boy.

I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death. There is no stopping me when I start. Every single last target had to die was my motto. If you didn’t plan to die any time soon then don’t approach me. But I had to restrain myself from killing the last one because I knew Dominic probably wanted to question him so I only knocked him out. I was back to normal and I turned my attention back to the people who were standing a few feet away from all of this that had just happened.

He said coldly, “but nevertheless, more souls for me to feed on…” “OVER MY DEAD BODY!” I heard Sienna yell from the bottom of his feet. He frowned in confusion as he got distracted by her, and looking at Sienna, my wife motioned for me to try and flee. “Oh, little wolf, that is something that I look forward to, but I thought that you might have wanted to catch a glimpse of everything before that happened.” He said, and I smirked before letting out a low growl, calling for the hell hounds who I knew would be the one thing to defeat a death eater.

Harry Evermore was the forensics department's techno-geek. He was a wizard with anything related to computers and machines. He was tall, skinny with shoulder-length black hair and glasses. Likewise, he didn't need the glasses, though. He had a perfect vision, but they made him look nerdy. He was also a werewolf, an omega to be precise. “Harry, can you hook up the dashcam to my laptop?” asked Clara, the object of his affection. “We'll be able to see things a lot better on my screen.”

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Soon Felix Crissinger's last relative would know what it meant to anger a necromancer. A sinister giggle escaped his contorted lips. Father Wilkud turned to leave the room as he vaguely thought that to keep up this charade he would have to call someone to take care of the body, and he saw his reflection in a mirror that hung on the wall next to the door. The predator smile widened. Viktor Drichey was no more. He once the son of a priest of the god of death was now the Master Necromancer Betelgeuse, one of the ten masters of the Mortuary Cult.