Dumbledore's Black Hand Novels & Stories

Donald says, but there’s no conviction in it because after everything we’ve been through, impossible stopped meaning much of anything. “She’s at the old Blackthorn castle,” Alistair says, and his voice has gone cold and tactical in the way it does when he’s pushing emotion down to deal with later. “We need to move now.” “Wait,” Donald says, and he’s got that look on his face that means he’s putting pieces together. “Morgana Blackthorn. I’ve heard that name in the old texts about blood magic.” He’s pacing now, running his hands through his hair. “She was Kate’s teacher, but the records said she died centuries ago, they said she was trying to achieve true immortality and it consumed her.”

“The Black Book holds the oldest secrets of the royal bloodline. Spells that can bind an Alpha’s wolf forever. Records of every forbidden ritual. Names of those who broke the laws of the Goddess. It can end the Alphas… or remake them. As for where it is hidden… the royal vault is only the beginning. The true location shifts with the moon cycles. It calls to those marked by darkness. You will know when it wants to be found. But beware … the Book does not give power. It takes. It always takes.” I opened my mouth to ask more, desperate for anything that could help me, but Elowen leaned back into the shadows, silent once again. The itch in my hand returned with a vengeance. I scratched harder, b

He ended our phone call with a click from his end, the sweat dripping down my brow stinging my eyes just a little. “Stupid little cunt.” It was his father who had gotten me on my seat, not him. He was just a child when the royal family was taken out and we began the restructuring process. Black Coven had been running things from the shadow for years before even he was over in England. “Pompous Alpha bastards.” I went into my private study and saw five of my zeta’s pooring over the books, notes being taken on legal pads as they went. “Any luck?” I asked them as I too sat down and began to read.

There was no way a Necromancer and a Witch could be friends. "Thanks," I said, "for everything." I turned to go, but he grabbed my arm, pulling me back. "Just answer something for me." I looked back at his dad and saw that he wasn't alone anymore. More figures in red-trimmed robes had joined him. It looked like they were chanting. "If you make it very, very quick." "Did you really not have to kill anyone to gain your power? Like for Necromancers in general, not just you."

Lord Elden nodded, "Very well." They continued their journey to the palace. Meanwhile, a tall female witch in a black robe that hung down to the ground came out of the forest. She walked towards where Lord Zathur's body was lying on the ground. He placed his hands on Lord Zathur's body as he stood up. Her black and beautiful lips uttered a spell known only to the wizarding nation. Suddenly a green light shot out of his palm and enveloped Lord Zathur's body. Lord Zathur's injured body parts slowly closed up until they were fully healed.

Alpha Caleb nodded, and they both knew that they had to investigate. They pushed open the door, and a strong gust of wind blew through the room. The walls were covered in strange symbols, and there were jars filled with strange potions and powders lining the shelves. In the center of the room stood a figure, cloaked in black, with his back to them. Alpha Caleb stepped forward, his voice firm. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" The figure turned slowly, revealing a face twisted with rage and malice. "I am the dark wizard," he said. "And I will not be banished so easily."

The Necromancer was anxious to learn how Dominic had done it. The other four men at the table were dressed in black, hooded robes. Their faces were expressionless, though a close examination of one would have revealed a trace of sadness and loss in his features. These four were novitiates—the chosen disciples of each of the black waziri, who had imparted their magic into the novitiates the same way Dominic had with Leesa. Mastering the black arts was not easy—despite having been at it for several decades, the men were only part way through their training. Still, they were very dangerous wizards and not to be trifled with.

"You need to get back to Blackmoor Crescent Keep right now." I grip the edge of the table, my heart hammering like a wild beast against my ribs. "What happened?! Is it Malek?!" "No," Callum rasps, standing up so fast his heavy armor clatters against his chest. "Gali Blackmoor just intercepted an encrypted blood-scroll from High Elder Gideon's private quarters... Gideon did not just ally with the Shadow-Blood Syndicate to overthrow Gali." He leans over the table, his words slicing through me like a frozen blade:

Everything had already been decided! All the other Origin Fists elites were excited, as if they had already seen the moment Harvey was going to die from the attack. Alexei's eye twitched. "Big…Big bro… This Black Hand is supposed to be a legendary killing attack in Sky Plane! I heard that it can be compared to the Basilisk Palm of our cult! You have to be careful and not let it hit you!" "Quit acting cool! It doesn't matter how you act today, I'll let you understand what it means that there's always someone better beyond your world!" Kuro said.

Pay attention to the guests' movements. "Danny, I think they're up to something. Just look at the woman's face, which is the leader." Albert whispered. The black witch was at the very front with her long curly hair. Bellatrix Jane. "You know her?" Albert asked again. "Bellatrix, one of the famous poison gatherers of the black witch nation. She can kill people even with just one drop of her poison." Danny's wolf growled as Bellatrix approached the wall and touched it with her fingertips.