Dumbledore's Army Novels & Stories

they said and shuddered, "You need necromancers to get Aubrey's blood to create an army," said Gwen shocked at the revelation, "Everyone must serve his or her purpose in this war, Gwen," replied Claudia, "We won't let that happen," he said, "An enchanted army at the beck and call of a teenager is outrageous," she said, "What is there to lose, we would have our army, be able to control them, win wars, take back what rightfully belongs to us," said Claudia looking at Gwen for support,

Klaus nodded and then stood up, heading for the bathroom, and I saw the chain extend as he walked away. I left the room and met Anderson outside. "They're on their way back, but it'll be a few hours before they get here," Anderson warned me. "James and the battalion stayed behind, the Wizards have informed us that they're going to stay out of this war, while there's been a lot of movement on the part of the Werewolves." I took a deep breath, having the Wizards as an ally would be great, precisely because I know that they can identify necromantic spells much more easily.

I guess I was… I had showered before going outside to see exactly where we were. We were far enough from Westerfell not to be discovered, the trees were an excellent cover for us and magic was masking where our armies were gathering. To my happiness, Madelia and several other mages and fae were willing to help us. Some who had fled when Dad had died. Men were readying for war; Fae, Mages, and Werewolves all united. Thea told me that the warriors had been working on the battle plans, and Theon had said he and Yileyna would lead the resistance from within. The plan was to trap Theoden in the middle and kill him, but Theon’s first aim was Arabella.

Covering myself up, I sat back down, choosing the furthest spot from him. He took off his t-shirt and threw it at me before he looked away. Gritting my teeth, took off the tattered remains of my top and I wore Dimitri's. Another hour passed in silence and pain for me before the entrance door opened. It was Dumbledore 2.0. But this time he was alone, his side bitches missing. He quickly began opening up Anna's door. Thank Goddess witches aren't affected by heat. Because I would have killed him. I really would have.

Many people put their faith in me and I don't want to let anybody down. "Adrian, you took the necessary precautions?" Elizabeth asks me and I nod. "Adrian, the army is ready to fight, both werewolves and vampires are standing among each other. The army is divided into four sections as we planned," Atticus informs me. "Good. What about the witches?" I ask Elizabeth. "They are currently casting protection spells on as many soldiers as they can. We are leaving those who have Rayne's hair for last. They already have a good amount of protection," she answers.

🐾 Beta Darren Portals started opening on the far edges of the field, one by one, footsteps pummelled through the tall grass. Selmor’s army was here. Dark elves came through the various magical openings between our Realms, sprawled across the field in an organized manner. Tidy formations, like robots following their master’s orders, thundered through. The thudding of the metal boots against the moist surface from the strange rain reverberated through the area as they took their places in a rehearsed shape, forming a wall along the tree line.

Nicholas roared with the hair on his body straightening up. "I have an idea. The invincible army were created using Lady Noelle's blood, we can make them answerable to her..." Sturbridge stopped abruptly and turned around as some sharp footsteps rushed in. "...Then they become her army, isn't it?" Alice interrupted as she came back in. "We are never going to let that happen." She shook her head with her face stoned. "We? Who are the 'we'?" Sturbridge questioned while standing up to her.

Gandalf shouted, unleashing even greater power. Amidst the chaos, Xavier, who had previously fallen in his duel against Gandalf, struggled to his feet. Despite his injuries and exhaustion, a fiery determination blazed in his eyes. He knew he couldn't let Gandalf reach the castle. With a burst of renewed strength, he joined the fray once more, rallying his fellow werewolves to push back against the army of artificial humans.

They were on large papers everyone could see from their side of the table. “...are called The Unbidden Army. Created using extremely dark sorcery and they are a hybrid of Wolves and Vampires. We have confirmed that there is a certain vampire leading this army against us. Against me in particular. His target is me and whatever I love, which extends to this pack. We have never lost a war, and I don't intend to allow this vampire create a new record for himself. We would fight against this Unbidden Army and we would win. I appreciate the measures you all have put in place. The new armies formed. The sleepless nights and long months of training. I believe we're ready to take on whatever is broug

He seemed to notice my presence, and handed his sword to a younger soldier who seemed to have a little trouble wielding it. “Are you done spending time with the Luna?” Riven grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he walked towards me, his whole body reeking of sweat. “Oh, don't give me that look—” “They are training quite hard.” I said, cutting him off. “They have to.” He chuckled, “Otherwise we would be meals and soldiers to the army of the dead.” Army of the dead? “I was just about to send the scroll to you. The army of the dead has been taking down smaller packs, slowly graduating to the bigger ones. The bad news is, they are headed North. Apparently, a sorcerer is responsible for t