Novel & Cerita Dumbledore Versus Voldemort

she said before walking away. I sighed. “Damon has to stop or he might end up provoking him and he retaliated. Damon needs to lure him and not take this seriously and at this point, we might end up losing. We are going up against a powerful wizard and we don’t know who amongst the people here is with him,” I whispered to Rachel. “Exactly the point and like I said it’s his pride. He wants to battle the man who is his doom. It’s not like him not do anything and get a victory for it,” she explained and I scoffed.

Dang it, Charles; you couldn’t have taught me the whole spell! “Listen, if I don't get you to Charles in a few hours your face is going to stay like that, and as much as I hate that ugly face of yours, this is creepier than Voldemort. “He rolls his eyes, which have no eyelids by the way before standing up.

"Can we have a moment, Doris?" Mom looked hesitant. By the look of her face, I sensed that she knew a physical fight is possible between the two men, only that she had no idea that their fight would be nothing ordinary considering that one is a strong vampire and the other is an alpha werewolf. If it happened to be a scene in a movie, everyone would surely be thrilled to watch, but if it is happening right before your eyes like the first time I saw it back when I was still a human, you would just froze and won't be able to utter a single word. "Okay. But you two should not fight, do you understand?" she said as she stood up and looked at Jaxon and Landon. "Not inside my house, at least. I do

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

I stood up, ready to face the sorcerer once again. This time, I was ready. I charged towards him once again, and this time, I managed to land a blow. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make him stumble backwards. Davina arrived just in time, and she launched herself at the sorcerer with a fierce determination. Together, we fought him with all our might, exchanging blows and spells in a fierce battle that seemed to go on forever. In the end, it was Davina who landed the final blow. She sent a powerful blast of light magic towards the sorcerer, and he fell to the ground, defeated.

Derek roared, his alpha dominating the woods as armies from both sides fell on their knees leaving only Damon and Klaus who had a smirked still plastered on his face. "Seems you have not forgotten the past Derek, why don't we just end this once and for all this night?" Klaus requested. "Attack!" He yelled and his large army charged against Mr Derek and his little army who were fully ready for the fight. . . . SECLUDED AREA. "Impossible!you can't defeat me, you can't defeat the god of darkness!" Voldemort yelled, blood gushing freely from of his mouth while Summer in her demonic form hovered above him.

"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.

"V-Voldemort." Some staff members flinched at the name. The cold sweat was still pouring off Albus' face, and he talked again. "Tom Marvolo Riddle was the birth name of Lord Voldemort. He was one of my students here in Hogwarts. I was the one that delivered his acceptance letter at the orphanage when he was eleven years old." Albus Dumbledore said with labored breathing. He looked up to Erik, and found him smiling at him. "See? Was it that difficult?"

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. ~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince. •• Noor sat besides her father, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady beeping of the monitors, a background noise that seemed to dull the white noise within her head.

As soon as Albus saw Mina, he immediately ran to give her his greetings along with a few flaming hot fireballs. "I see you came to die again." Mina said to Albus after she had evaded all his attacks. Before Albus could reply, she immediately closed the distance between them and engaged him in a solid snake-like close quarter combat. Albus was powerful but hand-to-hand wasn't his forte. Before he could properly react, Mina had already gotten some major hits in. He managed to create some distance between them and get back his focus but as soon as he did that, Mina brought out her crossbow and shot at him. He managed to evade the shot but Mina immediately closed the distance between them again