Death Eaters In Harry Potter Novels & Stories

He had seen few zombie flicks during his stay in the human realm. "Necromancers?" Alexa frowned and Dimitri knew what would be her next question. "Necromancers are wizards who practice black magic on dead people," he explained. Alexa's mouth formed a cute 'O' while she thought about what he said. "Alexa... baby, it's almost lunchtime. You are starving our guests," Lucian intervened and Dimitri let out a sigh of relief. "Oh... shit, I forgot. You guys talk. I will get on to it," Alexa said and bounced towards the kitchen.

Caesar Fei. Crystal Fei. The siblings who both died at the hands of this organization, the siblings who both died by the orders of Harry, the siblings who both died by his own, greedy hands. They shall now be at peace, the perpetrator is now no more, there is no need to remain restless, may their souls be at peace. May they both be at peace and eternal happiness in each other’s arms. That night, Cristopher arrived, he controlled more than half of the organization due to his current rank and influence. Harry’s carcass was left to be burned and engulfed by flames, not a spectacle of his existence should remain.

he said, and I looked at him in disgust. “I’m not going to kill people,” I said to him, and Jace looked up at me, another frown appearing on his face. “Hmm, Daddy’s not so important now, is he?” Death said with a grin. “Please, don’t do this to me,” I said to him. “Ah, you want to be the hero like he was,” Death said, and laughed as I looked at him. “Bring him back!” I yelled. “How about … no,” Death said, and turned his back on me. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take Kiran’s body, and he’ll never be free.”

"Go ahead, he's right there." Aria's eyes followed my gesture, and she erupted, her eyes bulging with fury. "Noelle, that's a hearse! It's meant for the dead. How could you put my son in there? "Have you no humanity? After all the kindness my son showed you!" Feigning confusion, I met Aria's gaze. "Mom, what are you talking about? Hearses are for the dead, and isn't your son, well, dead? I don't see the issue."

If it was not for his appearance, his life would have been perfect. “That’s right! Our pavilion master definitely wouldn’t surrender to evil forces!” Another patronum also stood forward and said loudly. He looked like he was not afraid of death but he did not realize the darkened expressions on Harry and another elder’s face. “That’s right! We shall fight them with all we have and the worst ending is just death! What’s so frightening about that!” The other disciples also said angrily, “So many of our disciples are dead. Almost one to two hundred of them are dead. F*ck! We shall fight them with all we have and kill as many of them as we can!”

Yet, there was nothing I could do. I tried asking for my father's help, but he would not believe me. I was not surprised. Who would believe something so cruel and horrendous had actually happened? I could only watch as the Larsons claimed Hazel's remains and acted as though they would give her a proper burial at the cemetery. I was there on the day her body was cremated. I wished I could just beat the Larsons to death when I saw how pretentious they were. Yet, I had a sudden realization at that very moment. I should let these people climb up to a higher spot so that the fall would hurt more.

I stood alone in the middle of the room, like a defendant waiting for a death sentence. “Twenty students dead. Five others infected and forced to be executed,” Horgus began without preamble, his voice echoing ominously through the stone walls. “And a Sword Bearer nearly lost his life to a high-level mutation infection. And you were there, Reeve Nightwhisper.” “Headmaster, I swear—”

There was no mistaking it now. The only other person who can use the Death Eater was Donn Lawrence, Lord of the Southern Woods' son and Mystic Sky Sect's senior apprentice who had gone missing three years ago! "Y-You're really alive…? Frank did not turn to look at Silverbell, however—he had more pressing business. "The combat ward may buff your vigors collectively within reach." He suddenly sneered at the Talnamese. "But what if I put in my pure vigor too?"

She had killed two men but they were still trying to rise, she had the sense to rip through their spines, making them immobile. I tore the one in front of me into two, if they weren’t real wolves then there was no need to hold back. The next one that came for me landed a cut at my back but I ripped his head clean off, his broken fingers still clutched at my hand. “These are puppets, is this necromancy?” Mara gasped, her chest heaving. And then as we killed off another set, my eyes noted the dealer coming out of the warehouse. There was something about him, and I didn’t think he was a dealer at all.

He wasn't like this even the first time he almost killed her. "Point out those who are spies along with you," The Death lord ordered Lola, clenching her jaw roughly as she whimpered. "It...it hurts!" She cried out. "Speak!" He spat out through gritted teeth. The maids were are scared as they didn't want to be caught. Naomi Lauren and Layla weren't frightened as they knew they were not spies and besides they wouldn't dare betray the Death lord. Lola pointed at everyone that she knew were spies and as she did, the Death lord killed them immidately not giving them any chance to utter a word.