Death Eater Harry Potter Novels & Stories

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."

I snap, forcing the tears back. “Oh, them?” Wyatt sneers. “Probably dead.” I see someone approaching and when I look up, it’s a young teenager, his hair dark, his eye darker. I can smell death on him and I knew immediately who he is even if we've never met. “Jezbel,” I murmur, darkly. The necromancer. He studies me as one would an insect and then looks at Wyatt, “Do you have her?” Is he taking about me? Wyatt smiles, “Of course. Have I ever let you down?”

Harris said as he stabbed Ginny in the heart and then wrenched her heart out before throwing it on the ground. As the only way to kill a witch was to destroy her heart, his adoptive father stomped on Ginny’s heart causing the life in Ginny’s eyes to dim. Young Derek’s eyes widened in surprise and horror, he did not understand what was going on. He only knew that his adoptive father had killed someone and that someone was none other than his teacher. Now he understood where the light witches were going and why did they disappear all of a sudden it was because of his adoptive father.

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

He propped her body up on the altar, studying the wounds that riddled her body. “She's decapitated, Samael. How could you even think of saving her?” He bellowed with laughter. “Necromancy, of course. I'm Death. You think I couldn't revive her?” Samael placed her head atop her neck. “This is nothing.” I gaped. “You're crazy as an elephant down a mine shaft.”

The air around me felt thick with tension as I waited for his response. “I see. Well, if you believe you are ready, then I will not hold you back. But I will warn you. It is not easy to kill someone, even when they are someone who deserves it. Taking a soul is a hard thing to endure. I want you to be one hundred percent sure of this, Kai.” He looked me over again before standing up, walking around his desk, and heading towards a picture on the wall. He snapped his fingers, and a door to a safe appeared. He lit a black flame in his palm and whispered a small incantation. The door, too, disappeared, leaving a large opening. “Are you sure you’re ready?” Balthazar asked me again. Turning towards

"From now on, you are the prime suspect in Chester Paget's murder!" Eleanor said as she leaned on the table with both arms, her sharp gaze drilling into me. "The lab results are out. We found sleeping pills in his bloodstream! Aren't these Diazepams yours? Tell me, why did you murder your husband?" I froze for a moment before abruptly standing, my emotions spiraling out of control as I shouted, "That's impossible! This bottle contains Carbamazepine!

With it, he could unlock the secrets of immortality, push the boundaries of life and cheat death, and ultimately bend the world to his will without being tainted by werewolf blood or a vampire's curse of getting burned by the sun. He turned to his trusted wizard, Jacques, who stood silently by the door. Jacques was a tall, imposing figure, with a sharp, calculating mind and a fierce loyalty to the Headmaster’s cause. There was no room for doubt in his eyes as he looked at his leader, waiting for his orders.

A) John Ozais Screeman B) Khloe Dave C) Maria D) Jace E) Juliet F) Sam G) Raphael H) Pete Pratt I) Butt J) Claire Johnathan K) Margaret Johnathan L) Hilda M) Arakah N) Azazel O) Hades P) Gefion Q) Morgana Le Fay R) Danrakah S) Abyss Which character is responsible for the death of Hilda? A) John Ozais Screeman B) Khloe Dave C) Maria D) Jace E) Juliet F) Sam G) Raphael H) Pete Pratt I) Butt J) Claire Johnathan

His fingers tapping on the wooden desk in front of him. I licked my lips, "Their leader, Nikolas, do you know him ?" He looked as if he is thinking it through before he nodded his head again. "Great." I said with a nod. "I don't understand, how can I help you ? What do you want from him ?" He asked as he warily eyed me. "I want him dead." I casually said, "And you gonna help me kill him." The confused expression faded and it was replaced by a shocked one but in the midst of that I couldn't miss the almost proud look in his eyes.