Death Eaters In Harry Potter Novels & Stories

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.

- Death - "I just got confirmation that there's definitely a new resistance. The leader is still an unknown though." Death had placed his echo in a holder. Death started pacing around the room, waiting for a response from Lucifer. Finally, Lucifer responded. "So it's not a shapeshifter, mimic, illusion mage, or a possession?" The sound of pages being turned could be heard from the other side of the call. "Zach got confirmation that it was none of those. Whatever it is, it looks human, but clearly isn't." Death said, mumbling "maybes and couldn't be" under his breath.

(Alexander The God of Absolute dark powers Pov) As we started to walk forward. You could hear the echo of our feet. I did a spell to silence it because I refused to have everyone die because of our loud shoes. As we rounded the corner my heart dropped. There were thousands of Tiny scorpions. "They can kill everyone but Alex. They are magical scorpions. Death is instant and fire angers them." Zavier stated causing everyone to groan.

This world was clearly more dangerous than he thought. “This world isn’t simple at all,” Hildegarde who was engrossed in the story stated, and Mane nodded his head in agreement. He had already readjusted his evaluation of this world. Yet the knowledge that there were stronger beings out there didn’t discourage him. He was excited! “Arthur was killed by a mysterious organisation. Apparently his talent terrified them, and he was killed. Yet Lam has taken the New Type Potion more times than his father. He just didn’t know that he had taken them.”

Hecate and the Moon Howlers were cruel to us… and to all those spirits which were trapped in the limbo. Dalton’s parents! I went on a killing spree, taking warlock after warlock down. I stopped right in front of Hecate once I was done killing her puppets. Lucas came to stand beside me. Hecate was left dumbfounded seeing our primordial forms. We didn’t wait for her to snap out of it and tore her head off her shoulders when she started murmuring something under her breath. We didn’t give her a chance to cast any spells no more.

she said in a whisper as she closed her eyes and breathed her last. “Mom,” Marissa cried as she hugged her mother’s dead body. Amelia and Adelia also broke down in tears and they were comforted by their mates. No one wanted Cara to die but there was nothing they could do. The remaining lycans and witches, all bowed their heads to show their respect for the witch and the wizard who had contributed immensely to them winning the war. The war was almost over as every one of the hydras and witches who supported Cornelius were all dead and it was time the leader finally died as well.

I need human blood or else, I might kill my own. I wasn’t called the Death Eater for no reason. My name, Vladimir Patterson, was famous throughout the continent. Some called me a legend, while others referred to me as a myth. The tale about me singlehandedly slaughtering a thousand werewolf army was still a subject of debate for legitimacy. But who cares? Those who had lived to tell the tale were enough proof that the Death Eater was real.

Finally, he stretched the parchment before him and read aloud: "Alden, Briar, and Colton of the Kellys clan. You are guilty of the destruction of the Black Rose Coven, and the evidence presented makes you guilty of torture and feeding without seeking recourse to your blood banks. The Council, with the support of your clan leader, the former representative of the Southern Vampires, Master Kellys, as a result of this, orders your death. You have just been informed of your sentence." Harry immediately released the scroll. However, the object hung in the air and began spinning around. Then the letters, written in red ink, broke off and took the form of three arrows. Whispers of women seemed to r

When Death spoke, they immediately became alert and silenced all chatter amongst themselves before looking in our direction with anticipation in their eyes. It wasn’t until now that I realized who these men were—they were reapers, like Death, but unlike him, they wielded no power or authority over anyone else in this realm or beyond it. To be chosen as one of these few would be an honor only bestowed upon those deemed worthy by Death himself which is why it made me slightly uncomfortable when their gaze shifted toward me with an obvious interest in their eyes. Death led me to the door with the strange symbol engraved on it. I had seen this symbol before but could not quite put my finger on w

"His spell blew up in his face, he's dead now" Hector choked on his drink "Dead?" He asked and coughed. "Yes, you think it's all sunshine and roses being a warlock?" "I know that, I just never knew our own spells can kill us" "Of course, we are in many cases manipulating the very forces of nature, and that's nothing to trifle with, get it wrong and you're dead" "I get it..." There was suddenly screams outside, some people ran out to see, but Hector an Jasper sat fast, nothing humans scream about ever made them fly up until they heard a yell...