Dumbledore's Army And The Year Of Darkness Novels & Stories

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

There was so much knowledge and research just lying about how would he condense into one small pack, plus food, water, and a bedroll. Urgency wouldn’t allow him to linger, war was coming, and with it...death. The Army of Darkness had been making their way through the land, setting it ablaze, leaving nothing behind. Albian knew the one behind it all would also be there, directing and choreographing every moment of destruction. "I hope we find her first, Foxfire, or all is lost" he murmured before turning his thoughts back to the task at hand.

Three years passed with peace and there was no attacks from the order. It seemed that the defeat of Albus had caused them to take their enemies more seriously and make bigger, longer preparations. Mina and the others didn't know what the order was planning but they definitely weren't doing nothing. They had managed to raise an army of thousands; all valiant and powerful, each unit with their own speciaty.

It was at this moment that the enemy decided to strike. Unbeknownst to Summer and his group, the dark lord had creeped in as they relaxed. Before Summer had trapped his minions in the icy maze, one of them had managed to send him a message. Immediately, he gathered his other army of wizards, warlocks, mages and hunters. He took only three of each group as these were very good at their job.

The wolf screams and howls in pain, but the Lycans ignore him, biting and tearing at his flesh until nothing is left. “Ora? Sweetheart, what happened?” Mum’s panicked voice intrudes in my vision and I slowly drift back to consciousness. I stare blindly at her, willing the pounding in my skull to abate a bit. “It always feels like I’m dying…” I whisper. Mum sinks to the ground and wraps trembling arms around me, crying into my hair. She understands. “No. No! The prophecy cannot be manifesting so soon. You’re still so young! You will never survive it.”

Celeste said before bowing once more and taking a seat. “I would have to agree, My queen. While your warriors are strong and talented, they have never encountered a Dark witch. Especially one that has practiced in the dark arts for too long. Their magic becomes stronger. But it also makes them unstable and most actually become insane. We can emulate the dark magic that they will most likely use and allow your warriors to have a small taste. But if we shall ever encounter them, their magic will be far worse than in training.” Amethyst said then bowed her head in respect. “Well it looks like the Ministry of Defense will be creating us a calendar of training. Do you think you could have that do

All the light in his eyes was lost and replaced with darkness. It was all revealed.

“Maybe it was her doing. Maybe she conjured it. We can’t know what kind of power a witch still carries—not when we thought they were all gone.” I remembered the stories from my childhood—my mother’s voice soft but firm as she told me of the war, of the Four Courts uniting to banish the witches. I had believed it then, because children believe what they are told. Later, in secret, I found fragments in the castle library, pages that spoke of blood and fire and shadows moving through the night. Still, I doubted. It was easier to think they were gone. To think the world had been cleansed. Until I overheard Tremaine. Until I saw the mirror. Until the dragon. “She will find me, Flynn.” My voice wa

But I could see from her eyes that she was burning within with suppressed excitement. “I’ll only tell you Daria, to be very careful from now onwards. For something I can’t foresee now is about to occur, and you are about to fight again the greatest powers of evil, the powers of darkness.” She said, with an abstracted gaze in her eyes. The seriousness in her looks, boded forthcoming ills, which was difficult to peer into at the moment. All I had to do was to wait and see.