Gellert Grindelwald Novels & Stories

James pointed to a location on the map and said, “Based on the Verde Academy’s intel, one of the Malvada Sect’s bases is situated in this universe. The person in charge of this base is their Deputy Sect Leader.” Waleria interjected, saying, “The Deputy Sect Leader’s name is Laduni Hagar. He’s currently at the Caelum Boundless Rank. He cultivates a very evil art, which absorbs the Blood Essence of other living beings to enhance his strength. He’s not going to be an easy opponent. Many of the Verde Academy’s powerhouses had suffered under his hands. Unfortunately for him, he is going to be up against me.” Waleria’s face was full of excitement. She declared, “Watch how I take him down!”

"If the pack has set a schedule for the execution." "Hmm, about that, there was a discussion last night, after Ava's third suicide attempt. She really needs to be monitored closely now. Grandma Ariel invited Elder Rob Edlinz from the Grace Hope pack in Tibet. He's a descendant of the Edlinz witches and has the ability to permanently seal magical powers." "I know him. When Grandpa Bradley was doing the cleansing, he was his assistant, helping with the welding process. But he must be very old now, right?" "Yes. He's half-blind and his speech is difficult to understand. Grandma Ariel also has a bit of difficulty communicating with him, but he understands."

Where was her father and why did he seem busy? In the far east of Kerala Kingdom, there was a famous forest that was called the Forest of Ziel. It was well-known around the continent as it was where the green jeweled eye wielder resided–Raphael Sol Zielony. Raphael was known as the youngest Saint Archmage of the first generation. And among the first generation of the jeweled eye wielders, he had the least hardship that he faced. It was perceived by the people that he was lucky that he didn't experience the adversity that others faced. But little did they know, that he was no different from them.

Everyone was mesmerized by the breath-taking beauty of the chalice that glowed under the yellow light of the chandelier. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

I highlighted the vehicle, handed the driver his money, and proceeded inside. "Miss. Pierce?" A familiar voice called my name. I looked up to see the headmaster of the school, a middle-aged man of the ripe age of forty. I frowned instantly. I was surely paying a fine. I walked up to him dreading the... Strange. He did have his signature frown. This time he looked worried. The sweaty and folded forehead gave it all away. "I am really sorry. I couldn't leave my job abruptly. I hope you understand..."

Thank you, Middleton Institute- I say ending the speech. Everyone stands up to applaud and some congratulate me on the wonderful speech I have given, as my tutor, for example. But my eyes are focused on one person. Someone who has not stopped looking at me for a single second since he arrived and who is not my mother. Azael Grimm. Or rather, Azael Volkov. The cause of the uproar that has been my life this last year. I go down the stairs and I run to him to bring my lips to his. People are starting to get up from their seats and leave, although we have to stay at the institute to organize the prom tomorrow, so I'm not in a hurry.

Professor snapes said with a smile as Gao Yu kept mute. “Anyway I called you for something, how did you learn the second verse of the ritual recitation?” Professor snapes asked. “I Don’t know, I found out I know it when you started reciting it” Gao Yu said nothing but the truth. “I see, you are really among the children involved in the ritual years ago, why must my little sister die though? Professor snapes said smiling as a drop of tear dropped down his eyes, his little sister has been among those affected by the ritual, she was the very last person he could call a close family, she was six when the ritual took place, he can still remember how the little girl shivered after reciting the rit

Theron smiled, gesturing across the table to the array of pastries, eggs, meats and breads. "Sure." I agreed, leaning forward at the same time as Aldith to grab a plate. His silver-blonde hair shifted with the motion and the ear that was previously hidden slipped out briefly before hair covered it again. But I had caught enough. That was why Aldith seemed familiar. That was why remnants of my former life came to the forefront of my mind as I gazed at him. He was an elven mage. Famous for their hatred of witches.

His mind cycled through the witches’ abilities, strengths, and weaknesses. Vienna was a wildcard. Could she handle more than two witches at once? The real problem, though, was if she could sync Drusden’s power with another strong witch—and amplify them even further. “Master doesn’t look well,” Ghulik’s voice pierced through his thoughts. The goblin perched on the stall divider, gnawing loudly on a python he’d hunted from the forest. “Ghulik smells something bad in Master’s blood.” ‘I’ll be alright,’ Gildeon replied mentally. ‘Got anything else from Zylas?’

those big stone sculptures, Tzutzurk's hounds. But the frisky beasts kept jumping around until Tzurtzurk called them and they ran to him, waiting for their master’s directions. “It’s better to have as many guards as possible, especially in such times,” the professor thought. Then twisting his wand he wiped all those images and went about his business. And once again he showed everyone there was nothing this great wizard could skip. This was exciting and dangerous too. If he could know everything that happened in the Elmbridge School of Magic, someone else could also know it too for sure ...