Dementors 소설 & 이야기

And what are those things standing around them’ ‘ Alvaro’s gone after him,’ Jake snarled ‘ and those things are death-eaters. That is the name given to the most ardent followers of Torelli. The group consists primarily of wizards and witches who are pure-blood supremacists and who practiced the black magic with the least care, with malevolence, and without regard, neither with reverence or respect to the law of wizardry. They are his primal force and his mark is blazoned on their forehead. That’s what summons them to congregate in such fast manner’ At this, anxiety seized Jesse

"We'll have to tell him sooner or later." Hunter looked at both of us in turn, before settling his gaze on me. I looked away and took a deep breath. "It's what the Witches have done, what they're doing now, that's the problem." "And that is?" Hunter prompted. I clenched my jaw, not wanting to say it. Not wanting to know how that might change how he or any of the other new Reinhardts would see me. "They're killing Necromancers. Have been for the generations." I forced the words out bitterly. I felt sick every time I thought about it; saying it out loud was even more painful.

The walk into the dungeons took almost forever, but soon, we came to that clearing that always made my heart skip fast from how unsettling it was. The walls were pure stone, doors made with giant iron bars that creaked painfully creating a ghostly sound. The lanterns didn't make anything better, just made it all worst. While I was busy looking around, my eyes landed on a half-dead body that looked so pale. It was as if it has been drained off every single drop of blood from the veins. The eye bags were so huge, with dark circles marring the under eyes. It was dressed in a thin pair of shorts, and from here, I could see the outline of the skeleton vividly. I have no idea how ghosts look like,

"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.

(She screams, burning away as Xanne uses Elegance on the portal; closing it for good. Dantzler: (After catching his breath Dantzler takes a quick head count and notices Kimora missing) "Kimora? Kimora?! Where are you?! Answer me!! She.. she's gone." (Kimora is standing behind him, but he is unable to perceive her due to Distortion being permanent on her.) Kimora: "Xanne...... I'm very sorry any of this happened. I'll be a good girl from now on and stay on the ship, you have my word. Just..just tell him I'm ok."

All I can make out is complete, thick red all over me, and I can behold the organs of all the witches and wizards standing in front of me. "Oh great, something is about to get freakish right now." Damon's POV The fear that is rocking through my senses is severe as I grip tightly against the jaw of the angry-looking dog in front of me. I twist its neck, rendering it completely lifeless before tossing it aside. Then I turn my head to behold Serena far away, being surrounded by the cloaked figures, stretching their hands toward her as if about to cast a spell on her that she might not be able to overpower.

Demeter laughed. “What are those creatures?” Layla asked, and everyone’s attention turned to her, but she didn’t care. Her gaze was pinned firmly on the woman. “Those creatures are called Zenzens. The balance of this world is tilting and distorting because of the rebels’ rebellion against the order our great deities have given us. The Zenzens are the products of this distortion. For now, we’ve managed to trap the majority of them in a place called Tophet to keep this world safe.” Demeter explained, dropping the tea cup on the table, and though her face was calm and gentle, she met Layla’s silver eyes with her cold ones.

Hunter's grip on me tightens, but his expression remains impassive. Ophelia's warning echoes in my mind: "Dark magic will consume you." Denzel's malevolent ritual is succeeding. I feel myself slipping away, consumed by an ancient, malevolent force. My vision blurs, and I tremble, my consciousness hanging by a thread. Suddenly, a loud crash echoes through the room, followed by Denzel's frozen stance and crushing fall. His body hits the ground with a sickening thud. I gaze up, bewildered, and spot Alison standing over Denzel's lifeless form, an iron bat clutched in her trembling hands. Her chest heaves with ragged breaths, and tears stain her lashes.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Out of these unnatural holes emerged Daimon and his army beasts twisted by darkness, their snarls and roars echoing across the battlefield. Daimon stepped forward, his eyes locking onto Evelyn with a predatory smirk. “Ah, there she is. My precious Evelyn” He drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. I instinctively stepped in front of her, my growl low and dangerous. Daimon chuckled darkly, his gaze sweeping over the gathered forces. “Guardians, werewolves, vampires, fae... How quaint,” He said mockingly. “Do you really think your ragtag group can stop me? I’ve been waiting centuries for this moment, and no one…no one can take what is mine”.