Death Eater Novels & Stories

"That's what I thought as well, not until, I saw and heard everything myself. She confessed a lot of things to me. How she killed my... mothers. Mine and Doris. We aren't really sisters but still, we are sisters" Doris' eyes widened. No one said a word. There was ultimate silence. "She needed my blood in order to put her daughter, Celia into control, and to do that, she created the DHC- "DHC? What's that?" Frank asked again. He seemed to be the inquisitive type of person. "Dark hunters cartel. They specialize in hunting and killing supernatural though their main games are vampires" Lucas answered, on Tessa's stand. Karl angrily bit his lips.

Lazily strolling to the chair he placed his foot on the chair and put his hand on his knee as he took out the lighter and leaned his head forward litting the cigarette. Taking a sharp intake he blew out the smoke as he looked at his prey through his smoke. "You think you can double cross Arcy's"? " Arcy's. Who the fuck are you? Infants don't get to talk little boy. Do you know how many years we ruled the underworld? "Oh really? It must be a hard blast on your ego to get killed by an infant".

he went quiet except for the swallow of whiskey. "Draven, the Dean at the school, he's one of them, he's got every camera in the place linked to his office," I said, glancing up at him as the tension in his jaw tightened. "He's the one that tried to unravel the cloaking spell before the alligator, he's a necromancer, and he likes to fuck with other peoples spells." I offered with little explanation.

Isabella whispered, her voice a jagged rasp. "The heavens do not care for 'supposed to,' my lady." Isabella spun around, her crystalline claws—remnants of her vampire transition—extending instinctively. Standing in the darkness of the archway was a figure that seemed to absorb the violet light. He was gaunt, his skin the color of damp parchment, and his eyes were two flat, milky orbs. He was a Dealer of the Black-Sun Sect, a group of mercenaries who specialized in the "Unmaking" of supernatural icons.

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"Don't come anywhere close to me" Ava took a step backward sobbing, she thought he was going to turn his back and leave, but her hope shattered when he took another step towards her. Ava had seen his profile and she had decided not to have anything to do with him. Don Drexel Mason popularly known as the snitch killer or the grim reaper, is the most dreaded Mafia Assassin in the underworld, not just in that country he was known all over the underworld in the whole continents.

Sullivan sighed. "Whoever does this enjoys the pain they inflict." Sullivan nodded in agreement. "We'll catch the bastard who's done this. Everyone slips up eventually, leaves something behind." "Yeah, everyone except this guy. It's like he's a ghost. You've heard the rumours about a collector hired by cartels and biggest gangs to clean up their messes, ensuring no one finds out how they are connected. It's like some kind of twisted voodoo magic, with how easily the bodies are dumped and no one, not even cameras catch them." I grabbed the cup of coffee from her hand. Taking a big gulp, I resisted the urge to gag as the coffee grounds hit my tongue.

I explain. Tyler, enamored with his uncle, suggests Apache, Chinook, and Black Hawk. He enjoys time with his uncles and their military stories, so he now knows several military words and phrases. Sky lists Remi, Buddy, or Rocky. I add Bo, Riley, and Duke. Tyler throws out Buddy, claiming that’s an elf name. Sky states we can’t have a dog named Black Hawk, and I want to exclude Rocky.

He asks. "I just know this." I tell him looking him right in the eyes. "I'm not afraid of you.' "Then you are foolish." he growls, "I.am Kaden Delacourt. The Primordial hybrid. Destroyer of packs and bringer of death. I killed my own mother and father. Tortured my siblings for eternity. Destroyed countless packs, slaughtering anyone that dared to stand in my way and yet you say you don't fear me? Do I scare you now?!" He growls, snarling his teeth at me.

And then, like clockwork, she fights her way back. I watch her through it all, powerless. She looks like she’s in unbearable pain, as though every second alive is a battle she never signed up for. I can’t stop asking myself: what kind of life forged someone like her? What darkness molded the Andreina Carlo everyone fears? I’ve heard the stories—whispers of her being the most ruthless, untraceable assassin the world has ever known. A ghost with a body count so high, her very name terrifies the underworld. And yet, here she is. Helpless. Shaking. Afraid.