Deathly Hallows Quotes Novels & Stories

said Cynthia . " You don't nedd any of this ...you need the strongest thing in this world . " answered back Jefefry softly smiling . " strongest ...diamond ... a stone ?" asked Jefefry . " Not the strongest non metal dumbo ..' said Jefefry hitting his hand softly on Cynthia's head like a small kid . " Strongest feeling ...strongest emotuon ...you remeber the quotes once dumbledore said do not pitty the dead ... " Jefefry spoke up but Cynthia intrupted .

“Well, mate is the first option. However, since Muggles like you don’t understand the term, perhaps I can be your lover. Or how do you Yanks say it? Your man. I can be your man.” A choked laugh escapes my mouth at his use of the word muggles. “Wait a minute?” I say, stepping closer as I run a towel down my wet hair. “Are you quoting Harry Potter?” He shrugs his shoulders with a roguish grin. “Nevaeh made me watch all seven movies. They were quite brilliant.” I arch my brows with astonishment. The idea that Azazel has sat down for hours to watch the story of a young boy’s adventures in a wizarding school is almost ludicrous. Seeing my incredulous look, Azazel places his hands on my waist and

I hope dad would be here sooner so that ken would stop suffering {Emerald present} "Em.... " katty's face is next to mine as she wakes me up quietly, I open my eyes slowly adjusting to the light. "Yeah what up? " I try to seat up but she shush me, "what going on" I ask "They are here" she whisper her voice trembling "Who is?" I look around trying to understand what she was saying "The witches". {Hazels POV} "Rise, rise, our time has come" i raise my hand up to the sky as all the witches that had from our blood sacrifice earlier picked up the golden goblet in front of them and gulped it down in one heart beat

"Mom, what are you doing? Spit it out! "Don't swallow it!" But no matter how hard I shouted, she still swallowed the paper whole. Then she looked at me, tears shimmering in her eyes. "Sam... you must never know what that sentence said." I stood there frozen, unable to understand what kind of terrible power those final words held. Why was everyone reacting so strangely? Grandpa had seen the message and immediately killed himself. Just then, Dad, who I had not realized was awake, slowly sat up on the bed and stared at us.

“Remember that death is not the end of me. It’s my beginning. I will haunt you even in your dreams.” Those were my last words before darkness devoured my mind and I no longer felt physical pain.

“Then say your name aloud, stating you are a Baudelaire witch and you were sent by me.” “A secret passage will open up, and you will pass through it, but do not look straight. Go in with your back because you cannot view the council of witches without permission. You might be stronger than them, but you need permission.” When Halle was done speaking, Hazel still stared at her with fear in her heart. It was all too much, and she was still trying to process the fact that Halle was dead.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 � �𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. – 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙠 𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙢𝙖𝙣. *** "But... I want to ask you something... first... If I die here... would you really come and... punish God for creating... misunderstandings amongst us, sis?" Krishna whispered in a pain filled voice and winced, Maya felt her blood freezing and her heart stopping right at that moment.

I'm facing now my death. 'G-gello. Meg.' My last word before I lost my conscious. —————————————————————————————————————————— Enjoy Reading! Thank You! God Bless! - ErnEst_odrE_5v -

"Hmm… Mr. Dante!" I said and felt delighted to see him. "I heard the news that you were able to survive a quest that was ranked S-tier, I still can’t believe it, although you've changed a lot that I almost didn't recognize you. I was kinda embarrassed at his statement since Mr. Dante was the vice-commander of Deathly Hallows, a famous group composed mostly of A-tier challengers. He tried to recruit me once as a runner during their raid, only that the commander opposed it so it didn't actually happen.

I clawed at his arm, my vision beginning to blur. “Look at her,” Silas mocked, turning me toward the room where the fighting had momentarily slowed as everyone watched the Alphas. “The great hope of the Hallowed, dying like a dog.” In the shadows of the dungeon, Hala’s voice echoed in my mind. The light... let it out. Something snapped. It wasn't the silver. It wasn't my spirit. It was the very fabric of reality.