Dementors 소설 & 이야기

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

Jemma occupied the oversized chair in the far center. Nine councilors, called Archons made up of scholars, occupied the meeting chairs on either side of Jemma. Haris grumbled in his mind. He knew all nine councilors: Joe Flack of the Vampire clan, Thea the Sphinx, Gamo the Eastern Dragon, Doki of the Goblin clan, Mora the Night Witch, Jaquelinn the Ghost, Karina of the Fairy clan, Eramus the Incubus, Phoenix. They had faithfully helped Jemma take care of Baskerville by running Athena's policy. as a way of escaping punishment. By acting, his wisdom is needed.

Lanks said pointing at Marcus’ and Derek’s bodies. “Alright, anything it takes let’s do this” Edna said in an assertive tone “It’s not as easy as it sounds, you’re going to have to battle the 12 demon keeper souls of hell” Lanks said in a cold chill tone “Okay!” Let’s do this Edna said in a rather chill manner “They are not the usual werewolves, vampires or creatures you’re used to. Not even like Blake” Lanks said putting a hand on her shoulder “Even though I die trying, I don’t mind” Edna said wiping tears of her face .

Marco had the most advanced defense against supernaturals, particularly vampires and demons. The headmistress of the school is a high ranking member of the House of Hecate. That's why the whole school is covered with a magical barrier. For some reason, humans trust witches and wizards more than any other supernatural beings. Maybe because, aside from being immortal and having magical powers, they looked a lot like humans. The fact that they don't eat people or drink blood probably helped.

The massive oak door, their only exit, slammed shut with a thunderous BOOM that shook the very foundations of the room. From behind Headmaster Alistair’s desk, where no one had been moments before, a hulking figure began to materialize. It wasn’t a shadow, or a Reaper. It was solid, ancient, and utterly terrifying. A golem of obsidian and iron, its massive, glowing red eyes fixing on Bima and Elian with a cold, unyielding malevolence. It was the Headmaster’s personal security unit. And it was awake.

Elder Gidheon sneers down at us from the high balcony, his finger hovering over the glowing red button of the ancient detonator. The cold, flickering light of the magical charge casts grotesque shadows across his wrinkled, treacherous face, highlighting the utter madness that has consumed one of the oldest council members of our dominion.

As we climbed the steps, the sounds of battle erupted behind us. I looked back and saw the doors burst open. A flood of grey, gaunt creatures—wolves that had been twisted by dark magic into mindless monsters—poured into the hall. Damon met them with a roar that shook the mountainside. He was a whirlwind of destruction, his axe severing limbs and heads in a blur of gold and red. Vincent moved like a ghost among them, his daggers finding throats with surgical precision. "Focus, Emma!" Nathaniel’s voice snapped me back.

"He's just... gone. Like he never existed." "The Old Court can do that," Dorian said quietly. He'd been standing back during the fight, too old and weak to help physically. But his faded blue eyes behind his reading glasses were sharp. "They exist between dimensions. Can erase things from reality itself. The Devourer is the only weapon that works because it erases them back." "And every time it feeds, it gets stronger," Raven said. His amber-red eyes were troubled. "Eventually, Sera won't be able to control it. It'll consume everything."

He asked in a calm tone of voice as Urza took a deep breath and answered "It's cursed spells related to black magic, I'm not the wizard who cast this curse so I wanted to try the forbidden method." Zain lowered his gaze to the ground until he smiled darkly afterwards, “Black magic?” He muttered, nodding his head, "Do you know who this stuff was thrown at????" The mage was frightened and shook his head suspiciously, "Your mate?" Zain stopped sarcastically and suddenly!!! He raised his hand and violently broke Urza's neck, causing everyone to gasp in shock He fell to the ground with a twisted neck and his features that immediately turned pale "Exactly...it's my girl."

"It's the Architects, using Kael's banishment as a cosmic homing device! They're not trying to kill us; they're trying to inhabit us!" The fight escalated into a desperate, exhausting battle. Dickson, the giant of vitality and belligerence, was tiring from the sheer, relentless numbers. Gloria, the powerful mage and healer, was being exhausted by the psychic barrage of the whispers, which fought against her concentration and her very sanity.