Dumbledore's Black Hand Novelas e Histórias

Ama gently pushed open the black double doors that led to the room, her breath catching in her throat at the stunning sight before her. The decor held a captivating dark aura that felt both intimidating and intriguing. As she surveyed the space, her mind turned to the Blackwood family. Grayson Blackwood was the only one who came to mind as the possible creator of such an imposing environment. Realization washed over her; of course, this was his room. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it sooner.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

the dark lord demanded. I heard the sound of Lincoln’s cutlery as he paced them down and took a scarf to wipe his mouth. As far as I'd observed him, there was every possibility that he was royalty. He began to report. “The Alpha of the Gray Mist—” my chest stiffened, “is planning to wage war on us. He intends to form an alliance with the Imperial one.” “An alliance just to battle me,” the dark lord scoffed, “these cowards never cease to amaze me.”

My body buzzed from the alcohol and the orgasm. The music thumped and I let it pull me. My arms floated at the surface. My hips swayed. My wet shirt clung to my skin, see-through now, lace visible, nipples hard beneath the soaked fabric. I didn’t care. I felt hot. Wanted. And then I looked up. And froze. There, above the pool, leaning against the iron balcony railing with a drink in his hand, was him. Chance. Professor Black. His black shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show a glimpse of ink trailing down his chest. The sleeves were rolled, forearms tensed, veins tight.

But he didn’t look like he had been asking if I wanted to do it. My father stood from his desk, palms flat on the wood. “Aurora. I messaged him already. He’s expecting you tomorrow morning.” My stomach dropped to the center of the earth. Damian Blackwood. The man CEOs feared. The man who ruined entire companies before breakfast. My father’s cold, dangerous best friend. Rumored to have killed his wife—never proven, never cleared either. Everything about him radiated danger. “Daddy, you can’t be serious,” I tried.

Everyone had an ashy face with a print of black smoke from the explosion. The seminary human was struggling to breathe, apparently, he is asthmatic and brought no inhaler because Cedric didn't hint at him about the upcoming kidnapping. Hilda is trying so hard to calm him down and Suzy is saying some healing spells to heal Aaron. The seer Bastiana once introduced to us during the era of the resurrected warlock. The other hostages were been taking care of while Cedric and Oliver kept the confrontation going. "I know you compelled those humans with the help of a witch and made them trigger the bomb at my party so apologize." Cedric stood tall and clasped his hands behind his naked torso.

Even though he knew some of them wanted to rebel and he had put measures in place so that even if they decided to betray him, it would be like using a double-edged sword, both sides were deadly. When he had seen the new designs again on the dark web with people bidding for them, he informed his trained hackers who were already on standby to track the IP address. It was later found out that the traitor was the right-hand man of Don Julio, one of his sworn brothers in the underworld. Don Julio had handed his right hand man to Draco to deal with him as he saw fit since the real person he had offended was Draco. What Draco hated was seeing someone biting the hand that feeds him.

His helmet flew off, revealing the thin hood hidden beneath it, and beneath the hairline—a black tattoo crawling like ice cracks. “Black wizard,” I muttered—not in surprise, but in disgust at the audacity that had become routine: infiltrating, disguising, spying on others’ sorrows for filthy gain. He struggled, forming a string of words from the spell. “For death—” “Not for this morning,” Alpha King cut in. His knees held the wizard’s back; his left hand twisted his wrist, while his right hand pressed his shoulder until the movement lost its strength. The sound of cracking bones was followed by a loud scream from the black wizard.

"How's my sister?" "Sound asleep," Vador replied. "Something is wrong," Aleister said entering the room "Someone is coming," his eyes were now shades of grey "Avan,Emma,go,take Avan with you. Go to Alizon" "The dark witches are back," Vador said his eyes changing color." "That's right," someone replied across the room with her back turned. Immediately Vador was tied to a metal chair and so was Aleister. "How's the dark lord?" She asked turning to face them.

But just as he was about to touch Harry, Black gave his hand a firm kick. Connor tried to look the Mad One in the eye but could not do so. He could only bow his head in submission to this force of nature. "I don't know what happened. We conducted the control protocol as we've always done in the past..." he began to explain before falling silent. "Mat, hi. Duncan speaking. I apologize for the inconvenience, but we're going to need you... Wolfsbane and silver... Harry's in a bad way... In the Red Moon pack... Yes, Alpha Black is with us," Duncan replied calmly before turning to his Alpha.