Dementors 소설 & 이야기

They must have been torturing Cassius, and we didn’t know how bad! Mathew went on, “Devitos are the most powerful and notorious crime group. It’s difficult to find out about Cassius. Boss has already searched in North and South America. But we couldn’t find any clue where they have been keeping him. We have our men and women spreading across Europe. They are trying their best to find a hint of him. We are just a clue away from him.”

-4 Weeks Later- The dead began walking. Not in full. Not yet. But enough. Bodies pulled from old battlefields. From forgotten graves. From cursed soil beneath abandoned ruins. Hagetha did not need soldiers. She needed bodies that didn’t question orders. Mindless things stitched together with dark magic and older hatred. And witches came too. Not many. But enough. Those who had sworn loyalty to her centuries ago when Lucian first fell. They returned now. Answering her call like a prayer finally answered. Damon called them “border anomalies.” I called them scouts. Because they weren’t testing if we would survive. They were testing how long it would take us to fall.

He struggled to reach for the pulse-pistol at his hip, but his limbs moved like he was underwater. I didn't help him. I couldn't. My entire focus was on the six women standing in the center of the smoking debris. They were tall, skeletal figures draped in tattered, silver-mercury veils that looked like they had been woven from liquid moonlight. These weren't the "Trackers" or the "Judges." They were the Dormants—the cast-off experiments, the women who had been "sold" to the Council decades ago and forgotten when their bodies couldn't stabilize the frequency.

“Who are they?” Lucas caught his breath. “Warriors from the outer perimeter—Bran, Dorian, and the twins from last year’s recruits. They all served loyally, but now they fight as if possessed.” Alara swallowed. “Let’s bind them safely and try to break the enchantment. We can’t lose more people to Orith’s manipulations.” Damien gave a terse nod. “Already done. We’ll lock them in a warded cell. Eamon can attempt a cleansing spell if you’re willing to assist.”

On his way back to the castle, Draco made a mental note to call some locksmiths and charge them with the responsibility of opening the box. He needed to know what was inside it. ___ Denee The air in the stone tomb sizzled, whistling against the walls with intensity. Kneeling in the runic circle of fire was Denee, surrounded by her four males. Only they weren't just males. They were the Last Four. An order of witches that existed in the east. The witches were Denee's traveling companions. The very ones that saved her and her mother when they ran

"Why is he calling you?" "I-I- Drama club thing?" He nodded not at all convince because I was the worse liar on the planet. "Right". He smiled. "It's okay, Ibims, we all have our secrets in Ogan". "We all do". We walked down the hallway in silent till we got to Maths class, the entire classroom was up in chaos, everyone was talking in groups. I tried to think of what Malik and Mina would look like, I gave their voices a face but when Tochi pointed them later on for me, they were totally different than I had imagined. Mina was short, round, plump, she had a pretty face even if there were dark circles around her eyes and her nose was swollen from crying a lot and Malik was dimpled, dark skinne

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Lady Sif enlightened and Dracula sighed. They looked down at the watchers "Find the Dhampir, the Nelapsi, basically everyone that follows them. Find them and kill them all." The councils ordered in unison. "Including the witch?" A watcher asked curiously. "We repeat, everyone! Don't leave a single being undead." The councils affirmed and the watchers nodded in unison. "Consider it done my lords!" The retorted before walking out of sight like dissipated images.

It was truly jaw-dropping and terrifying. James immediately retracted his Marciais Soul Vortex as the last living being was pulled out. The main hall had gathered more than a dozen living beings, all top figures under James’ control from various sects and legion levels. Among them were Rebella, Yancy, Xatia, Taran, Jurryt, Hershya, Qairo, Talvelai, and Xezal from the Jademora Empire. On the other side stood Lamuel and Makara from the Jercente Sect, Xantoni and Wayra from Tempestara, Tace and Princess Laelia from the Bellerian Dynasty, as well as Perthacus and Lucille from the Yggdrasil Sect.

He looked at me and he looked back at the professor. As the light blinked I saw the men again standing behind the professor while the professor was discussing the lesson. As the light blinked I saw the men standing beside my classmates who were sitting four seats away from me. I squeeze Devon’s hand because I can see the men clearly now. They are the men that I saw who is chasing me in hell; the men with a stab on the waist and the other one has a gunshot on his head and both are bleeding and I don’t know why they are here. They are looking at me with their angry eyes. I am so scared now because the more the lights blink, the more they get nearer to me. I squeeze Devon’s hand tight because t