Dumbledore's Black Hand Novels & Stories

The other princes began to stir uncertainly, some standing. "Hold them," she said to Kingsley, who nodded once. A small black orb appeared in the palm of his hand. It began to spin slowly and then faster and faster as it grew larger, his hands manipulating the sphere. With a flick of the wrist, he threw it towards the table. It wrapped around the princes and their wives, binding them within the blackness. They screamed and fought, but it held tightly. The scent of sulfur burned in the air. "Dark magic!" the king yelled, his sword now drawn. Ishild stood, seeming to tower over him.

We had little time to waste. As we entered the packhouse, Ansel immediately called for an emergency meeting. The tension in the air was palpable as our most trusted allies gathered in the grand hall. Faces etched with concern and determination looked to Ansel, awaiting his command. "We’ve received grave news," Ansel began, his voice steady and authoritative. "The black witches are plotting to use our blood to enhance their magic, aiming to wipe out our kind and disrupt the balance of the supernatural world. Ramsey, a traitor among us, has allied with them to claim power for himself."

Brecken said, and the flatness cracked slightly in the middle of the sentence, "inside your building, during your event, while you were standing next to her." "Yes," Lucian said. "The Black Hand." Cade looked at the coin. "Supposed to have been dismantled in 1987. Whoever's running them now has resources and a client willing to pay significantly." Lucian picked up the coin. Turned it once. Set it back.

Her fingers froze. It was gone. In its place lay a single black feather, sharp and gleaming against the linen. Bianca’s blood ran cold. She knew the symbol. The Black Crows, a splinter faction exiled years ago. Ruthless. Patient. Known for one thing: killing not the body first, but the soul. Someone had been in her room. Someone Matteo didn’t know was already inside his walls. The feather was more than a threat. It was a promise.

He must have been able to hear it or something, because the moment it starts, his eyes snap up and lock on mine and I'm frozen in place, both of us staring at one another and waiting for whatever is going to happen next. "Abaddon, do you want to go into the cupboard for a quicky before next class?" Tasha's voice resounds around the corridor and the spell breaks, my gaze flicks to her, finding her watching me with a smirk on her face as she tugs Abaddon towards the large cupboard behind them.

"Of course. You must be careful. They must be looking for the Grail of Immortality and Youth that disappeared a long time ago and I don't think they've ever performed a ritual with it. While they only have the chalice of flames." The chalice of Immortality, that's what was kept in the secret room. Chaz was right, those mystical grails were indeed the most sacred objects for the black magic world. Elgar and Kathleen began to prepare everything before heading to the witches' hideout. Kathleen is very good at making potions, and I didn't expect her to find such a deadly poison. I guess they really wanted to use their abilities to do good. "Do you trust them now?" I asked Alden as the two of the

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

the department head replied coldly. I studied the balance sheet. I was shocked because I remembered I had asked my spy to get this document for me. I also tasked him with getting information on Leia at the same time. Vaz had informed me that the Black Moon pack guards had killed this spy. I knew that the Alphas of the Blackmoon pack retrieved the documents from my dead spy and were behind the mess and the losses my business had suffered.

Luna wondered aloud about the mysterious circumstances that led to the capture of Alpha Zephyr's family. In response, Alpha Zephyr, a stoic presence in the Blackmoon palace, began to unravel a tale woven with threads of treachery. He spoke of the insidious grip the sinister group held over him, a malevolent force shaping his very essence from the inception of their influence. The once-autonomous Alpha Zephyr, revered in Blackmoon, was but a puppet dancing to the clandestine strings of this nefarious organization.

Instantly, all eyes shifted from me to the newcomer. The warriors and the small crowd of onlookers immediately turned and bowed deeply as the man approached. Lifting my eyes, I saw a young man with an air of undeniable charisma. His spiky brunette hair, square jaw, and deep blue eyes exuded a quiet strength. Despite his imposing presence, I found it hard to believe he could be the Dark Lord. Beside him stood a younger boy, whose face seemed like it had been meticulously sculpted to perfection, radiating a similar aura of authority.