Dumbledore's Army Novels & Stories

“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.

Then he nodded. "Good," he said. "Because we need him. The battle's not over." He gestured at the forest. In the distance, a massive army was approaching. Hundreds of wolves. Maybe thousands. Kaelen's army. "Two hours," Orion said. "That's how long we have. Aldric's leading the charge." "Where's Kaelen?" "Leading from the back. He's not coming until the end. He wants to watch you break." I looked at the approaching army. The massive, dark wave of fur and rage. And then I looked at the fortress walls. At the wolves defending them. At Orion, my brother, who'd held the line for days.

“Are you sure you are ready for this war? This is so much worse than anything we have ever encountered.” “I want to avenge the death of Luna Elena. I want to join this war; that is the only way to redeem myself.” Xavier couldn’t stop him. If he believed this was his way of redeeming himself, he had to let him do that. “Then it will be an honour to fight beside you in this war.” “Soldiers advance.” Sir Duncan sounded the alarm, and the soldiers took their steps forward. The slaths and Foth’s armies also approached, and from what he observed, it was in batches of twenty thousand. Their formation was tight and impenetrable. Or so it seemed.

Princess Angela Seraphim on the side, donned with her Dark Purple armor with a lance in her hand, riding a fully armoured war horse, and behind her were the famous Dark Rose Brigade, the army of Angel From Dukedom of Angela. On the Far left side was Crown Prince Amariss, with his legion of Mammoth Riders, boasting it enormous size and imposing manner, showing that it would trample everything on it’s path, and shook the ground. And on the Far right side were the row of proud Wizards, dressed in their full battle robes, whilst every once and again glowing with mana and radiance. It was a line up that took anyone that see them, breathless. It was a display of power to their fullest, an Army wit

“The herbs? The potions for dark magic?” “They’re ready, Alpha,” the healer confirmed, holding up two wooden crates filled with glowing vials and wrapped bundles of leaves. “We’ve tested every dose twice. They will work.” Damian nodded. He had no doubt Lila would use dark magic to win this war—but he would be ready. Finally, he organized the full army of warriors into ten large divisions. Each one was placed under the command of someone he trusted. Theo would lead the first group and march ahead as the vanguard. Behind him, the high-ranking officials would follow with their own warriors. Then Lucian would lead the next line. Damian himself would be at the rear, commanding the final and stron

"Managed to arrive in time for the battle to be over!" Brinn stared solemnly at the elf she loved. "The battle is far from over." "What do you mean? If Alaron gives up, then it should all be over." Alvar was handsome, Brinn knew, but he had not really thought things through. "We have a gnome army, a pirate army and a portion of the imperial army all backing Alaron. Do you really think they will just agree if he says 'nevermind'? They won't be happy." The spymaster ran her fingers through her hair.

They said it enthusiastically: "Haven't you heard, the Northern army has allied with two other countries to fight their own army. I am afraid that the army of our country will be beaten to pieces." "Have you forgotten who is in charge of this war? The duke is known as the white ghost. With the army being deployed to that area, I think the Southern army will definitely win big!" Alice didn't want to listen, but she had to listen because their volume was loud. Not only that, this hot topic easily entices other people at the table to jump into the discussion:

It was 21. Eventually, the Alliance entered the borders of Regulus. Army of fairies was in the sky while the rest of magi and mythfolks were on the ground. The combined sounds of fairy wings' fluttering, centaurs' clopping hooves and depthdwellers' wet slapping steps or slithers made the most disconcerting march of war. As far as army goes, their numbers were small, with most of them were the magi and fairies. Although, Lars then reminded he haven't count the djinns who were lurking and ready to strike from Regulus' Astral Realm exit points.

I caught sight of Davina and Albus having a tense discussion with Jamal. I understood that it was a bad look on the Chancellor because this abomination happened right under his nose and in his school. I looked at Yulia who seemed lost and distraught at the gory sight before her. I could literally feel the emotional turmoil she was currently going through. “It would seem that someone is boldly trying to reenact the war we tried so very hard to stop and prevent,” Albus said as he joined me in watching the bodies. “There is not going to be any war, wizard, this is all a distraction,” I replied coldly.

Derek roared, his alpha dominating the woods as armies from both sides fell on their knees leaving only Damon and Klaus who had a smirked still plastered on his face. "Seems you have not forgotten the past Derek, why don't we just end this once and for all this night?" Klaus requested. "Attack!" He yelled and his large army charged against Mr Derek and his little army who were fully ready for the fight. . . . SECLUDED AREA. "Impossible!you can't defeat me, you can't defeat the god of darkness!" Voldemort yelled, blood gushing freely from of his mouth while Summer in her demonic form hovered above him.