Dumbledore's Black Hand の小説・ストーリー

Her palms, fingers were sweaty and trembling, much like her voice. That was when it dawned on me. It hit me like a bag of fucking bricks. I pulled my hands away, standing up so fast my chair scraped loudly against the floor. "What is this? What's going on?" "You need to seduce them if you have to," Dylan said urgently. "Keep the Black Rose on your side for as long as you can, because I can't do what Elijah is asking me to do anymore. And I can't protect you anymore." "Protect me from what?" My voice was rising, panic setting in. I watched my friend, watched as her frail body shook with sobs that didn't even leave her properly, watched as her brown eyes darkened with desperation as she reache

She started to flip through the book again and stopped at a certain pain… She closed her eyes and started a recite a spell that she had read as she stood in front of her crystal ball… black veins started to appear on her hand and neck as she recited the spell and when her eyes opened it was pitch black.. _____________ ______________ Alice was almost at the entrance of the Tower when she stopped in tracks. The same feeling as before overwhelmed and she gasped as a dark aura started to hover around her entire body making her too weak that she couldn't move. “Alice what is wrong” Liam stepped forwards to ask her but she could only stare at him and not say a word. He turned to look at Diana who

"But... twisted somehow. Corrupted." Alpha Maxwell's breath hitched. "That shouldn't be possible. Blackthorne blood magic can only be manipulated by Blackthornes." The implication hung heavy in the air between us. Someone of my bloodline had helped the Northern Alliance corrupt the protective spells of my ancestral home. "A traitor?" Fin asked quietly, his hand finding mine in the darkness. "Or someone forced to help them," I replied, unwilling to believe any Blackthorne would willingly ally with those who had slaughtered our pack.

They didn't forget to send me pointless invites, but forgot to mention the one document I should know about, the one they signed with the mystics—without me. The moment I step into the inner hall, the room quiets like a flame snuffed out. The Elders are seated at the far end of the long table, wine-stained lips and smug little smiles wiped clean as they spot me. “You're here.” Henry, my grand-uncle doesn't bother hiding his displeasure at my presence. “Welcome, my child,” Another of the elders says, her voice familiar. No way. My lips curl into a genuine smile when my eyes land on her—Cilia, my mentor and the head of the Holomirs. Putting aside my anger, I walk over to her, planting a kiss o

Thorne's smugness wavers. "The summoner is Valeria Blackwood, nineteen years old, trained in shadow magic using stolen texts from Morgath the Desecrator's personal grimoire." Hope clicks through evidence photos. "She has five conspirators embedded in Gathering attendees, planning to complete the final sacrifice during tomorrow's ceremony." Elder Blackwood stands abruptly. "That's my granddaughter. You're accusing my family—" "I'm stating facts, Elder Blackwood. Your granddaughter has killed six wolves already and plans to kill two hundred more. Whether you knew about her plans is a separate question."

Albus replied. "The one who wanted the jade pendant?" Henry asked. "Yes, and you should be prepared. I don't know what he'll do, but this matter needs to be reported truthfully," Albus responded with a hint of resignation. At the same time, he must also report to that person that Charlie had formed the Draconic Gravekeepers secretly to overthrow Aurelia. "Understood, I'll be careful." Henry nodded. As Albus' words sank in, Henry could not shake a sudden, inexplicable sense of looming danger.

After awhile Bella leaned back, smoothing Shadows t-shirt over his muscles as she broke the news. "I know who the Cerberus was howling for," Bella simply stated, " The High Priestess of Ravenclaw has been murdered." "Oh, Bella I'm so sorry!" Shadow exclaimed, pulling his mate back into the circle of his arms. This was a huge blow right on the eve of war, but it was doubly hard for Bella and Raeann, who were now all that remained of their line.

I had my home back. But as I sat there in the silence, I realized something was wrong. My wolf wasn't celebrating. She was whimpering. I reached inside, trying to find the source of her distress. A sharp, burning pain flared in my chest. It wasn't from the fight. It was deeper. It was in my soul. I coughed, and when I pulled my hand away from my mouth, it was covered in black, oily blood. Damon’s final revenge. He hadn't just used gold to buy off the Council. He had used black magic.