Dumbledore's Black Hand Novels & Stories

“That wizard poisoned you May! After a series of tests, the doctor found some toxins in your system, and it was traced to the food you had at Peter’s earlier today.” “I hated that family before now, but at this moment, the only intention I have for them is that they be wiped off the surface of this earth! Those creatures are a threat to human existence!” She ranted, going back and forth on everything that happened, and I just stared at her in total shock. “Peter poisoned the pasta he served me?” I asked repeatedly, still trying to unravel the truth as it didn’t make any sense to me. “Oh, you thought he had good intentions? Do you think that he has a human heart anymore?” She asked, scanning

he groaned, scrambling out from under the bed. “This is James William Black, Prince of Eretria,” she finished, gesturing toward her brother before tilting her head. “You must be Mama’s lover?” Severus’s eyes widened in surprise. “What?” “Hildegard, we shouldn’t talk to strangers,” Eliza whispered urgently. “He’s not a stranger,” Hildegard rolled her eyes, taking a few steps closer. “We’ve heard a lot about you.” She smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. “You’re the Beta of the lycan army, aren’t you?”

"She told me to give it two weeks at max." Anger boiled inside of me. I should have known that she would twist my words and use them against me. "That is not true, Mey." I gave her hand a squeeze. "You are not a conquest. You are my special one, my only one, and I love you, Mey." Mey smiled and her eyes turned soft. "I love you too." * * * “Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love,” Dumbledore says in chapter 35 of The Deathly Hallows when looking at the remains of Voldemort's soul.

"Step away from him." The prince smoothly stepped in front of me, placing himself like a shield between the monster and me. He raised his hand, blue-tinted magic dancing across his fingertips like crackling lightning. "She doesn't belong to you, brother," the prince mocked, his voice dripping with cool arrogance. "She never did. You bought a ghost at an auction, thinking you could trap her and rewrite history. But some bloodlines refuse to burn." "I will tear you apart piece by piece," the alpha roared, lunging forward with terrifying speed, his massive claws extended to strike.

James said. His words made eyes turn to Hannah and Lilith. All these years, witches have been getting bolder. Was it because they knew that James was unconscious? They might have even guessed that he was dead and the family was hiding it to look strong. “The Black Hand!” James called out suddenly. His voice echoed throughout the clan. The Black Hand were his personal guards. He was sure that even if he was gone, the protocol for transferring to the next generation would remain. And he was right.

The runes ignited, threads of light weaving up her arms and into the Mark. The air thickened. The ground trembled. And from the shadows at the edge of the room, something stirred — not an Echo, but something worse. Figures began to form — twisted silhouettes of men and beasts, remnants of those the Black Moon had touched. They moved like smoke and screamed like memory. Zevran’s blade flashed. “Here we go again.” He fought without hesitation, cutting through shadows that reformed as fast as he struck them. Each one that fell fed the light around Kaelira’s spell, fueling her strength.

Their faces were long and slender covered with the thin skin of the elderly. “Good evening, Brother Blake and Sister Clarissa.” Melchior greeted them. The black pendant that hung around his neck indicated that he proudly used shadow magic, otherwise known as black magic. In these times, many people would rather die than mess with black magic. But then, the olc order had never been known as cowards. Blake nodded. “Good evening Brother Melchior and Brother Casper.” He glanced at Clarissa, knowing they would expect the same greeting. “Good evening Brother Melchior and Brother Casper.” She said collectedly.

He pauses, gaze narrowing. “And yet he interfered,” the Black Mage mutters, bitterness dripping from his voice. “The White Wizard. He couldn’t save the girl, but he stole the bloodline from my grasp—smuggled it into shadow. Preserved it. Watered it like a weed, hoping it would bloom again.” He raises both hands now, dark magic crackling between his fingers. “Well, let it bloom. Let them try. I will burn it root and stem this time.” The cursed circle beneath his feet pulses with rising heat.

He did not understand why the black hand was sealed to his rival's bones. "What's going on? Didn't that black hand appear to hold the bones? But now it seems like the black hand is protecting my rival's bones," the old man's mind was in turmoil as he watched everything unfold. The black hand was taller than the bones, but the seven different chains seemed to be trying to restrain the black hand, or more accurately, the black hand was trying to protect the bones from being sealed by the seven chains. "I really have to call the emperor. Maybe he understands what's happening here!" said the old Ci, preparing to go up and call Long Chen. But when he turned around, the old Ci saw that Long Chen h

I was inside the meeting room, the elders were slow to give in and let they get in there, but finally I was facing Nikolai, Kalina and Alice on one side, while on the other was Blanca, Agnes, Flora and all the rest of the witches and wizards who had arrived. Nikolai wanted to help and was the right one, I needed to do that, but all the others insisted that I should not get involved with her, Kalina, according to Blanca mess with black magic had a great consequences, not only for our body, but for our soul.