Dumbledore's Army Novels & Stories

Kael joined them, his armor etched with hand-carved runes, their magic humming softly, promises of loyalty, etched in pain. “No one runs today,” he said. Saphira appeared last, silent as shadow, her daggers gleaming, her face unreadable. “We end this.” Elara nodded. “No mercy,” she said. “No retreat.” “No surrender.” The generals bowed. The army roared. And from the distant hills, the enemy came. Banners dark as grief. Vampires whose fangs gleamed with hunger, not honor. Lycans twisted by bloodlust. Sorcerers veiled in shadow, their eyes glowing with stormlight.

I muttered as I smiled while I watch his own smile fade away. “Dumbledore Voldemort?? Supreme Alpha of the North territories??” He flustered as I could hear his heart beat so outrageously. “Yeah, him!!”

"My father said that there were two mysterious powers in this different world. One was the power of light that represented the light, and one was the power of destruction that represented the darkness. In that world, the war between light and darkness never ended. Eventually, a Dark Lord came along, and the world of Light chose seven Light Warriors, for whom they forged seven sets of Light Armor to fight off the Dark Lord. In the end, six of the seven Light Warriors died in battle. The last Light Warrior was battling against the Dark Lord when he was brought into a different world." Albus took a moment to catch his breath, then continued, "Eventually, the Light Warrior and the Dark Lord both

Its geographical location was even better than Aurora City's. Being attacked from one's own rear was the easiest scenario imaginable. Alonzo ground his teeth. "Since he wants to force the Ludendorff family into a corner, then he can't blame us for fighting to the death!" Someone beside him said, "Lord Alonzo, the army on the left is Andrew's original forces. The one on the right is his elite troops, the Highland Tribe! The Highland Tribe is excellent at warfare; they were born for battle." As these words fell, Alonzo heard several people near him let out trembling groans. He felt another surge of anger but held back from slapping sense into these cowards. After all, he himself felt like the

‘Alpha… we might have a problem. I muttered a curse and gritted out, ‘Just say it.’ ‘There's an army located at the foot of Mallaichte Mountains… It's Darcio's army.’

The forest around me dissolved into chaos, and I spun, desperately trying to get a handle on what the fuck was going on. “How did they get behind us without triggering any of the spells?” I demanded. “Dor! What the fuck?” “They have another shaman,” Dor said grimly. “Look!” I turned, and froze. Coming out of the woods were two figures, one small and slim, with long blond hair trailing in the air around him like it moved in invisible currents. His hands were raised, the tattoos on his arms writhing over his skin like crawling insects.

Without hesitation, Aurora chased her—across the field, over broken battlements, and down the rough paths leading away from the palace grounds. Faster and faster they moved, their vampire blood making them little more than shadows to the mortal eye. The sounds of another battle reached Aurora’s ears—shouts, growls, the clash of steel against steel. Ahead, the land dipped into a broad valley where the Vampire King's army clashed with Kael's werewolf warriors. Draven was at the heart of it all, a whirlwind of death in his dark armor. His silver sword sliced through the air with brutal precision, carving down werewolves who dared stand in his path.

Xavier hummed in agreement before ending the call. He pulled out the papers from his pocket and started deciphering it. He studied them properly : -------------------- WOLFSBANE Organisation→ serum → superhuman Head not human Scientists — humans? Maybe or no Chief → def. Not → superhuman? In New York? No… Organisation → human → mage Ravenwood → forest Human → mage → war? possibly Royal family → extended - no - yes Big chain Humans → pawns Chief → Ald --------------------

‘Getting ahead of yourself I think’ Rex smirked, taking in a deep breath and making his way over to Raz who had finished setting up a small campfire. “So Azulthaël, how do you know about this so-called army that marches on Dracones? Any idea who it is?” Raz said, sitting down next to Lizz who was scribbling in her notepad. ‘Al’ik shared a vision of an army of darkness descending on Hale, we could not see who's army it was or who was at the helm, but they were powerful enough to know someone was seeing them and ended the vision abruptly’ Azulthaël said, skilfully taking out some odd-looking black mushrooms from his pouch and carefully bringing them to his mouth.

“But the war has only begun.” The ground split open behind her. From the shadows, figures emerged—dozens of them. Eclipse-bound wolves. Red-eyed. Corrupted. Hungry. An army. Elaria smiled slowly. “If I can’t control the Luna… I’ll destroy everything she loves.” Ariana lifted her head weakly, horror dawning as she saw the army forming. Damon tightened his grip on her. “We’re surrounded,” Kael said grimly, forcing himself upright. Elaria’s voice echoed across the clearing.