Deathly Hallows Covers Novels & Stories

The room was still, unnervingly so, as the synthesizer powered down, its steady hum fading into silence. I stood frozen, my hands gripping the edge of the control panel, my breath caught somewhere between relief and dread. The cure—glowing faintly in the containment vial—was complete. But all I could see was Ethan. He was slumped against the floor of the chamber, his usually strong, commanding presence now reduced to something fragile, almost unrecognizable. His skin was pale, his breaths shallow, and his body utterly still.

The door to the hall opened, a man entered the hall. He moved like shadow even though he was over 7 feet tall, he was wrapped in a dark cloak that was the color of shadows and it flowed behind him like he commanded the wind. His hair was raven-black, falling just past his sharp jawline, then his eyes like frozen silver swept over the room like he owned it yet did not want to be here, and for one terrible moment, he locked with hers. My breath caught, then my heart stuttered once, then resumed in a faster rhythm. I could smell him. Ash. Pine. The unmistakable scent of moon-kissed fur and pure lust. I don’t believe I have smelled anything more exotic.

Flesh curled back and blood gushed out in a torrent, quickly creating a dark red stain on the ground. “Zoey Stone, you little troublemaker!”

“This star has been covered.” His face went white. “What?” “You burned it away with a cheap alchemical potion,” I said, my voice dripping with scorn. “And covered it with this vulgar rose. The stench of sulfur is nauseating. You didn’t even do a clean job.” I leaned in closer. “To hide your oath, you’d scar your own skin with such low, dirty magic? This is how you say goodbye to three hundred years?” Milton opened his mouth to explain, but I had already pulled my hand back.

Pushing aside the pain, she asked me tearfully, “Does this make you feel better? Will it make you stay?” The wounds were very deep. But Ivy had died in the cruel summer heat, and Peter had died in pain from his illness. They had suffered no less than Alyse was suffering right at this moment. I heard myself say coldly, “No. You should die for your sins.” Alyse closed her beautiful eyes, and tears streamed down her face. When I turned to leave with the system, I heard the sound of a blade cutting flesh and smelled the pungent scent of blood.

He laughs and drapes it back over both of us. "I didn't ask them," Killian says. "I asked you." He always sees through me. I drop my head back against the couch and think for a moment. "Harry Potter," I say. "Nobody hates Harry Potter." He doesn't argue. The opening music fills the room and I settle in. Logan and Austin murmur to each other occasionally throughout, but it's low enough not to bother me. When the credits roll, Drew makes a show of snoring loudly and dramatically.

he'd mentioned might've been one of the thugs involved. As it turned out, I didn't end up just learning about the so-called friend's name—I even learned the entire story behind the deliberate cover-up. I was going to reveal the truth the next day and destroy Joshua with one lethal blow. In a way, I would also be giving Sabrina a very memorable divorce. After making all the necessary arrangements, I drowsily went back to sleep. In my dreams, I felt as though someone kept asking me the same question over and over. "If you really didn't care, then why would you still bother with the antidepressants?"

She took a staggering step back. Ariel stared in stunned silence as well. Because the piece Cecilia had just unveiled was none other than "Into Stillness", the long-lost bottom half of Elena's two-piece series. All this time, aside from the series piece Jayson had bought overseas for tens of millions of dollars, there had been no trace whatsoever of "Into Stillness". So how did Cecilia get her hands on it? The missing half was the key to destroying Sarah once and for all. Elena had promised Halread University two paintings—the top half, "Dawnstay", and the bottom half, "Into Stillness". But only the top half was ever delivered. The other had mysteriously vanished.

I heard him shift, heard the slow exhale of someone who was exhausted down to the bone but too alert to fully let go. His laptop was on the cushion next to him, open. I should have kept walking. I didn't. The screen was angled just enough that as I passed the end of the couch the folder on the desktop caught the light. Willow_Project. The screen locked.

While Vlad was confident in his men’s loyalty, he didn’t delude himself into thinking that leaks were impossible. “But,” he tried again. “The girl—” Eton stared him down. “The girl is none of your concern. Dismissed.” Nodding tightly, Vlad left the room. Once he was back in the control center, he sat in his chair and looked blankly at the security feeds. After a moment, he keyed a passcode into the datapad and brought up the security feed for Kennedy girl’s room. The kid was sprawled on the bed, reading a book. Vlad frowned; he didn’t think there had been books in that room.