Dumbledore's Black Hand Novels & Stories

Albus was a wrinkled, bony old man on the brink of death, and there seemed to be not a wisp of black miasma wafting out in sight. It seemed like the Holy One had trapped the Power of Destruction in Albus' body using some special method so that it would continuously feed on the spirit energy inside Albus' body.

They suited each other in a way. “And a pleasure to see you again, Ms. Moonshadow,” He added. “Chancellor Canis,” I said. “I thought you were too old for things like this?” “Deucalion was a bit insistent on me coming, so here I am,” Albus said with a shrug. Albus Canis was a powerful mage and master of magic, if not the most powerful. He and I helped rebuild the academy after it was almost destroyed by the war of the first Black Rose.

The faint, metallic tang of ozone had been thoroughly scrubbed away by the crisp morning air and the bitter aroma of black coffee, but the phantom weight of the battle still hung suffocatingly thick in the corners of the room. Waiting for them across the large oak desk were three of the four original members of the Elder Council: Elder Thorpe, Elder Horne, and Elder Veda. They hadn't come to Blackwood begging for sanctuary; they had come to help Fennigan figure out exactly how to catch Vane in a trap. Without Veda’s ancient knowledge of binding spells, they never would have been able to hold him. But holding him had come with a horrifying price.

"These are the traits of dark magic, Your Majesty. Of ancient bloodlines thought long extinct. The kind of power that destroyed kingdoms in the Age of Blood." A murmur of agreement rippled through the assembled nobles. I could see the fear in their eyes, the way they clutched at old superstitions and prejudices like it was their lifelines. "What Lord Blackthorn is trying to say," Elder Aldric interjected smoothly, "is that we need answers. We need to understand what that girl is, what threat she might pose. "Absolutely not, she is not to be disturbed until I say so." The refusal was out of my mouth before I could even consider diplomacy. My wolf surged forward, making my eyes flash with pure

“Where do you plan on finding Antonella?” the headmaster asked as we head out of the headmaster’s office. “The Seven Table Milieus Executive is going to resurrect the Grand Arch Wizard, so they will gather at the place where black mahò is strongly concentrated.” I hypothesized. “The Crooked Forest, where the black dimension is continuously getting bigger,” the frantic William said. Since earlier he was restless and wanted to follow the milieus immediately, but he knows it would be impossible by himself. He does not care of gets caught but what he is worried about is not being able to save his sister.

My hand was back to its hideous features as I let go of her. Moments later I was sucked back to my chamber, I hurriedly went back to the book and flipping it back and forth. "The Damnation Curse of the Sorceress" it was stated there that the curse could never be broken, unless with a special power of the chosen one. I had found the chosen one, and the healer, then I had found the witch moments ago, the sorceress heir. I recognized the light brown eyes and the freckles, all of her people had the same exact characteristic features.

"You seek the ones who weakened the Veil." Elior’s pulse pounded. “You know who they are.” The masked figure tilted its head. "I know what was taken. And I know what will come." Myrra took a step forward. “Then tell us. Who were they?” A pause. Then, "The Forgotten Hand." Elior exchanged a glance with Rael. The name meant nothing to them. Sienna, however, stiffened. Her face went pale. “You’re lying.” The figure didn’t move. "You already know the answer, daughter of the blackened throne."

The word 'them' was almost whispered conspiratorially as if he was afraid that someone would hear them. "Them?" Xavier echoed and it was then that Erica finally started seeing the familiar blackish-brown auras around the two Elders. She swallowed back her nervousness as she tried to remember what each aura or mixture of them meant. "A black aura, which is highly rare entails dark energy. You should know that a black aura is acquired when a person has lowered himself to such low levels of treachery and vicious deeds that there is no way back, no redemption. And brown follows black, denoting selfish motives and selfish nature of that person." Elias' words came back to her, loud and clear.

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

he said, as if it were a casual stroll. My hands curled into fists at my sides, but I followed him obediently, legs stiff with worry. Every step felt heavy, if my wolf failed to shift, if she failed to take those Heartstones, then this charade would come crashing down around me. And gods help me if he discovered that my necklace was losing its power. The iron door of the dungeon groaned as we stepped into its cold depths. Shadows danced on the walls, revealing the haggard shapes of the Alphas chained before us, too weak to fight, too weary to plead.