Death Eaters In Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Seven figures clad in all black stalked out, standing in a neat line to go through the security check. “How many are there?” Xavier asked, taking his seat with the others following too. “Seven…the major ones. These are the leaders,” I said. Xavier looked impressed, and we all stood up as the door opened and the seven of them walked inside. “They look like Death-Eaters,” Leo whispered. “From those Harry Potter movies, my kids watch.” I refrained from rolling my eyes as they took off their black coats and then bowed in sync. “Capo,” they greeted in unison.

Berriwott looked more and more frightened as his mouth continued to divulge secrets without his consent. “They are looking for an evolution or substitute of Pantiumite in order to provide energy for New-Man that can last forever.” “Who are the ‘they’ you speak of?” Berriwott bit his bottom lip and the answer came out muffled. “You will not attempt to keep silent when asked questions. Who are the ‘they’ you speak of?” This time, Berriwott had tears streaming down his cheeks as he gave away the names of his accomplices “Janon Trueman, Lilith Malfoy, Vox Madero and Kalifa Zeidner.”

Where was she? Rhae was flooded with questions and grief, she could barely breathe. Rhae had killed both her parents. The mystery assassin, was Rhae. "Of course, it doesn't matter anyhow. After I kill you, I'll go and kill that bitch myself. Then your brother will fall and your whole bitch line will die. Along with the fire-wielding bitch, magic will be eradicated once and for all. The real power, is the weapon, able to control life and death. With my weapons, I will kill your entire court, the entire palace staff, then I'll burn the city to the ground. When I'm done, I'll go find the last of the scum race of Fae, and I'll kill them all too." Dynamere turned the sword at an angle to slit Ayn

I told you about the seven types of magic. Of them all, death mages are the least popular. They're also called necromancers. Why? Say thanks to the Bright Saint and his followers. They needed an enemy, didn't they? Their parishioners needed to be scared and repulsed. And what's more disgusting than the undead? Or ghouls?

A wicked smile appeared on his chubby surface. "ARCHERS! READY! AIM! FIRE!" the squad commanders issued the orders with practiced precision. A rain of terror sieged upon the lone target. Everyone hated those who delved in evil sorcery. The dark souls would sacrifice the innocent and take the lives of many in order to justify their thirst for the unknown. These were the maggots within, the Flesh Eaters.

Darryl also tried to destroy the Heaven Deviation Path and found a person to pretend to be Kye. "As the Great Elder, Edgar colluded with Darryl, which is pitiful. However, now, they would rather die than admit their mistakes. What do you think we should do?" Dewey spoke solemnly. All the disciples could not help but roar when they heard the last word. "Kill them!" "Kill these rebels and avenge Sect Master Deleon!" "Kill him!" Hearing the disciples' answer, Dewey smiled and felt overjoyed. He looked at Kye with an incomparably scornful expression in his eyes.

He said, “Here comes another group of people who came for their death. Brothers, get ready for me and spare no one!” Toad kept shaking his fat body as if he took pleasure in killing people. “Roar!” Behind him was a roar–every one of those disciples of Dark Occult had long been brainwashed. They would completely ignore their own life and death for the Dark Occult Bishop’s sake. At the same time, they had taken the antidote for this Dark Smoke Kodoku from the beginning, so they were not afraid of the black smoke at all.

I mutter a spell and it aids the swiftness of the process, while I spin in the air in the tornado’s encase and things get damaged due to its intensity. Bodies begin dropping rapidly into a deep slumber and I still maintain my focus leading the spell to the end of the city. The air becomes lighter and the tornado slowly dissipates just as I ensure that all human life forces are made unconscious. I shut my eyes, quelling my aura, before opening them back to find all witches walking towards me. “They are dead souls from the underworld, both supernatural and human,” a witch, Hermione, says gesturing to the troop of pale-skinned zombie-looking beings that surround the entire space.

The protection spell we cast held on them but for some it was slipping away, one could only cheat death so many times. The words spilled from my mouth until they were branded in my head. The dead would rise and be mindless creatures and killing machines commanded by us to kill all we wanted dead. When the mission ended, they would collapse into ashes. We weaved the spell over and over, making sure we did not create loopholes that could be exploited, weaving it with nothing but darkness.