Dumbledore's Army Novels & Stories

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.

Chapter sixty six Dracul At first I thought a sort of darkness had encroached the lands, but as we approached getting closer and closer, I realized that they were all men, dressed in armor, that resembled the very blackness of night on a closer look, with magical scouts and it was made known that the influence of Chaos had been far spread among them, drawing heavily on their very essence. The Shadow Army as I'd termed them had incited a deep fear in the once riotously psyched men and women and hushed montones and murmurings sifted it's way through the restless crowd, even the horses neighed in dismay and left to them, they'd have bolted out just like many of the faces. "Sire," Alvarez's voic

Suddenly her brother's body turned green and went up in flames. "No," she cried in a voice mixed with sadness and relief."What's happening?" "Who is she" Vador asked staring at the little damsel.She was beautiful,he thought,her eyes were green and her hair red . She was dressed in a short red gown that made her look like a real damsel. "She must be the daughter of Francis,the council's secretary," Aleister replied. "And who are you," Ava spat. "Let's just say your worst nightmare. I'm the dark lord"

He might be a chef, but his ingredients usually reach him in a post-mortem state. With a stunningly efficient victory, the army’s morale rose quickly. However, Zen cautioned them weakly through his weird-looking mask to remember the plan. They could not afford to celebrate or relax. Ego was the thing that would doom them all. They still had twenty hobgoblins, twelve brutes, five catapults, three magicians and a goblin lord to defend against.

The army consisted of vampires not less than the age of 300, they were a total of 700,078 warriors ready for battle (including skilled women) Immediately it was approaching dusk, Drex and General Zoe led the troops to Romania, immediately the gatekeeper sighted them, he welcomed them for they had alliance, little did he know Romania was about to be irrupted "Halt!!! The overlord said raising his hand upwards "What brings you and your army to Romania? Is this some kind of misunderstanding? The gatekeeper asked, as soon as he was done with his statement, the overlord appeared before him, the overlord was about to pierce his hand into the gatekeeper's chest when he heard the howling of werewol

"They will not stop until they have you. Or until you and everything you represent are gone forever." Kade returned to my side, breathing heavily, his knife dripping with fresh blood. His presence grounded me amid the storm. The circle of stones pulsed brighter still, a final stand of ancient magic. But the army tightened its noose. Drax stood tall once more, his eyes locked on mine with unbreaking intensity, the bond screaming between us like a living thing. The next move would decide everything. And the army waited, silent and lethal, for his command.

“Our co-operation in the past 20 years has truly been a blessing.” “High-quality weapons, grenades, and tanks,” Aldrevorn mused as if he were thinking about something beautiful. “Zacob Malfoy was just the right man for it.” “I know the right man for a job when I see one,” Jorik Valrmon chuckled as he raised his glass. “A toast for a grand success!” Aldrevorn too lifted his glass, chuckling, he followed Jorik. “For a grand success!” “1 week!” Aldrevorn announced right after taking a sip of the wine, his voice a little drunk. “That’s when the fire of war will engulf the entire nation.”

"I'm sorry, sir ... he came ... Edmund came with a very large army. The sky was covered with giant vultures' flapping wings, the Trolls flocked like waves, the Ogres and Cyclops smashed everything they passed. We've been doing our best, but .... " "Never mind, Noby, you have to rest, don't think about anything right now," interrupted Wiggy. “No, sir! They said they'd come back with a bigger, deadlier army ... they'd come back with the most heinous army. Dark creatures! We're done for good, sir. We're going to be crushed!"

They fought with valor and determination, refusing to give up even in the face of overwhelming odds. As the sun began to set on the battlefield, the enemy finally began to retreat. Leori and Athea's army pursued them, chasing them out of the kingdom and into the forests beyond. The enemy army seemed to be retreating, their ranks thinning with each passing moment. But suddenly, a figure emerged from the chaos. He was unlike anything they had ever seen before. He was a horrible creature, a wizard, a vampire, a werewolf, and a monster all combined into one.

The flames spread across the battlefield. When they finally disappear, there isn't a single enemy soldier left standing. Not one. Silence follows. The entire army is gone. Every last one of them. One of the boys beside me swallows hard. "That's impossible." Nobody disagrees. Because we all saw it. Every single soldier the Dark Lord brought here is dead. Only one remains. The Dark Lord himself. And somehow, he doesn't look concerned. He smiles. Then he raises one hand. Lightning explodes from his palm.