Gellert Grindelwald Novels & Stories

He is inflaming me by progressively adding fuel. And I need to extinguish this holocaust before I get burned. But what if— I'm thrown out of my thoughts when someone snaps his fingers in front of my face, making me jolt once. I then realise that it's Mrs. Clara, my teacher. She is a gangling brunette, around forty who doesn't only looks serious but actually is. She has been tutoring me since I was twelve. Today, all I know is that she was explaining me a weird equation before my mind voyaged to last night.

The story goes on… Draco kept going, giving detail after detail. “Nobody had a clue that when Lord Kanchelsis got the witches to help him, that Lord Apophis had found a small group of witches to help him alter the spell.” “Do you know how the spell was altered?” Felan asked. “I believe, though I don’t know for sure, that the power was divided.” Draco answered her.

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.

Seeing Andrew's puzzled expression, he continued, "Your alchemy mentor is Mr. Maverick Zeroual, the God of Medicine, and the greatest miracle worker of our time, correct?" When Andrew nodded, Luther said, "Then there you have it. Wyrmhelm is Mr. Zeroual's junior! They are the two figures who stand at the peak of Holtrien, looking down upon all living beings. Mr. Zeroual has a gentle nature, dedicates himself to healing, cares nothing for fame, and has always been elusive.

Even among peers of equal status, occasional disagreements never escalate to outright humiliation. But now—being called a loyal mutt? This wretched bastard! Harry's eyes gleamed with intense murderous intent. "Keep acting cocky. Let's see how long you can keep it up." Watching his enraged retreat, Rachel leaned closer and whispered, "He seems pretty powerful. Are you sure this won't be a problem?" Gideon chuckled lightly. "I know who he is. He's Harry Yelverton, the third son of the Yelverton family!"

“The man that is helping Gilliam claims to be this legendary character. He claims to be Soxor.” A murmur went through the group. I looked at Sybil and saw that she and Rydel were hanging on my every word. Their expressions were serious, showing me that they believed me. I took comfort in that. “I have trained in every settlement that remains, with witches and wizards that are older and more powerful than anyone in this room,” I pressed. I looked around at the elders. The anger that was on their faces was shifting into concern. “I have never faced a wizard as powerful as the man that is claiming to be Soxor. The dark magic that he wields is unnatural. It is a miracle that it hasn’t consumed h

I replied. "Come on, let's hear it" said Finral, one of my mates. He was Chinese and very tall. Most of the other guys grumbled in agreement as well. "First of all, I would like to apologise for failing you guys at the... realm. I don't know what happened" I started. "George the second. His sword contains a numbing gel. The moment he cuts you with it. It will slowly make you loose all cognitive function. I knew you were done for the moment he cut you" said Matilda, she was a cute girl with glasses.

He wanted to confirm it because his reputation was at stake, as well as the life of his kids. I kept trying different spells to free myself from his strong grip, but he laughed it off as if I was just playing around. I may be weak because of Valerie, but these spells are too powerful for ordinary wolves. It means he is a very sorcerer, and he already cast a protective spell on himself. He is just as strong as King Gerald, maybe even stronger because King Gerald still depends on a bunch of sorcerers to do his dirty job, but Harold is a powerful sorcerer himself.

He whispered with his sharp eyes fixed on me. “but the good thing is that I still won the battle. Until he punished us and sent us here on earth…oh…not us… but you and the others who are weak” And he snapped his finger and a metal table with wine and grapes appeared in front of him. He opens the bottle and pours it on his glass and takes a sip on it. “You want some?” He asked but I didn’t answer. I didn’t come here for a toss and drink. He put down the glass and took a piece of a grape and ate it.

Although Viktor simply said goodbye to him, as the priest's son he had imposed himself a missive. Viktor searched his father's closet and found some black priestly robes; With a dark motivation that arose suddenly, he exchanged his traveling clothes for the black priest's robes that once belonged to his father. He waxed his short beard, trimmed his elongated hair and placed a silver necklace with the image of a crow on their necks, this type of necklaces were only used by the Clerics of the God of Death. The necklace was a gift from his father, who gave it to him before he knew that Viktor would not be his successor and that he would instead be a Wizard.