Novel & Cerita Dumbledore's Black Hand

"I'm okay." But my hands were trembling. Because for the first time in seven years, fate was knocking on my door. And Ethan Blackwood was on the other side.

They just knew a lot about black spells and other dangerous incantations. “To be honest, I have also thought about that, Your Majesty. It’s not unlikely that the Croven’s conspired with one of the black witches,” Athena replied. “They must have used an incantation and mixed it with the venom that was injected into the two students to affect the entire system,” Althea added. “If that’s the case, we need to find out who the spy or traitor is within the academy, spreading chaos there,” Mom said, more to herself.

I didn't stop until I was inches from the oldest of them, a man with a long, white beard and eyes that were darting around the room like a trapped bird. "You’re standing in my house," I said. My voice wasn't loud, but it filled the hall, vibrating off the stone pillars. "In my father’s house. A house your people tried to burn to the ground." The old man, Lord Thorne, swallowed hard. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. "Alpha Blackwood. We... we were misled. Silas Vane acted without the full consent of the High Seat. He was obsessed with the Well. He was... unwell."

I ordered. Lilith stared at me for a few seconds then turned on her heel and stormed out, slamming the door behind her. Silence fell over the chamber, but my mind refused to settle. I moved toward the table, trembling as I poured myself a drink. I held the goblet firmly as I downed the alcohol in a single gulp. I had worked too hard for this throne. I am Alpha. I refuse to let it slip through my fingers. How did it go wrong? I had covered my tracks, Jacob’s death should have been buried with him. Marcus was supposed to rot in exile.

I scanned my surroundings and there he was, the dark lord, sitting in the Jacuzzi with both hands resting on the edge of the tub. “I can see you’re feeling better. Care to join me?”

His appointment as Head Knight is not merely due to our childhood friendship; rather, it stems from his exceptional combat skills and proficiency in handling weapons. Black also possesses remarkable intellect, often crafting plans that were once deemed impossible by many. His strategic prowess extends beyond theoretical thinking, as he possesses the remarkable ability to navigate and resolve life-threatening situations. Moreover, his comprehensive understanding of the intricate processes and systems within various kingdoms renders him an invaluable asset in both physical and official strategic planning. As I observed Black, a wicked gleam in his eye, I expressed my contentment, remarking, "I

Their conversations halted, laughter died, and glasses that had once clinked in celebration were now held in frozen grips. Every eye was on us. Or rather—on him. |||Oh fuck! It's him.|| |||Right! Theron Blackmoor. The Prominent Blackmoor family’s only male heir.||| |||Wait! Do you mean the heir to the mighty Phantom Core International? The same one who seldom came out to the public except for rare cases?||| |||Right! He is the one. One time I got to see his picture via Elira’s Livestream of her family pictures. I've been obsessively in love with him since then, can't believe I get to see him in real life today.|||

I smile. “You too.” Callie smiles back. “Your locker...” He starts. “It’s the locker of the actual devil himself, Killian Saunders.” He explains. “Who is this dude? Why is everyone asking me if he’s my brother?” I snap. “We cannot mention him who shall not be named on school grounds Trey!” Callie shrieks. “Callie, he needs to know like everyone else here.” He replies calmly. “Apparently according to his detailed description he looked a lot like you but with black hair and blue eyes. You even have his dress sense.” He adds.