Dumbledore's Black Hand Novels & Stories

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.

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.

And there, I scour ancient tomes and scrolls, learning more spells that might come in handy when my quest for revenge starts. In my dream, my fingers will dance over different parchments, tracing the arcane symbols and incantations of long-lost spells. Caius also provided me with seers, monks and alchemists. And because they are being blackmailed by the vampire prince, they are forced to share their techniques with me — all poultices, elixirs and enchantments. But handy techniques and skills are not the only things I peruse. I also worked on my skills of using powerful and potent spells, like that powerful sleeping spell.

"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.

In the dead of night, the Headmaster and his hunters arrived in California, their dangerous shadows stretching long under the pale moonlight. Their arrival was swift and silent, blending seamlessly into the obscure depths of the coast. They were a collection of the most feared and enigmatic individuals—his hunters, his most trusted wizard, Jacques, and the infamous Dr. Blackwood who was starting to be eaten by guilt. She no longer wants to be there. "The Citadel headquarters thought they had prepared for every contingency. They were wrong." The Headmaster mumbled under his breath with an eerie smile.

And I was beginning to feel proud and joyful that we were winning But it was short-lived. When I thought they were all almost cleared off, I noticed the dead ones rising back up, turning new like they weren’t just killed. It was like once they die, they resurrect immediately. This can only be possible through black magic. I killed one off me and looked towards Bryan’s direction. He was seated on a vast rock, laughing while watching the battle unfold. His hands were glowing black, and his eyes were still wholly black and void of life. If I’m going to stop this, I need to chop off his hands. Those hands that are controlling all this nuisance!!