Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows Part 2 Voldemort นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They followed without question. I took out the map as I studied it closely, then at that moment, I knew something was up with the Map. Before I could place my finger on exactly what was bothering me, a familiar sneering voice cut through my concentration. "Too weak to run, slave? See you at Dust," Vex from Ironhold pack called out, charging past us at full speed with his partner barely keeping pace. His words stung more than I wanted to admit, but they also confirmed my suspicions.

His phone vibrated angrily against the glass table. Marek froze mid-bite, his jaw tightening. The air in the room suddenly felt heavier. The name glowed on the cracked screen, ominous and merciless, making me shiver. Wiktor. For a moment, neither of us breathed. The TV hummed quietly in the background, the only sound in the room. The flickering light from the screen carved dark shadows across Marek’s face, deepening the scar that ran down his cheek - making him look half-beast, half-man. More than usual.

But… the vampire I dreamed about was not real! “Second, the Dervy. They are the kinds of vampires that are evil. They possessed dark magic and it was very dangerous. They are our enemy. They are the second strongest of the entire vampire clan. The color of their eyes is black which I know is scary to look at because it looks like the eyes of a demon. And don't come near one of them because they will kill you," This is what Knox and I fought yesterday they almost killed me. I stood up in shock when I saw it because of its appearance.

In every single one, my face was drenched in blood, some so mutilated that my features were barely recognizable. I turned away after only a glance. I knew how terrible I had looked in death: one eye dislodged from its socket, a deep depression caved into the left side of my skull. Even the coroner had struggled to confirm my identity. Yet Jude had laid out those gruesome images openly across her desk, as though unafraid of the nightmares they must summon. Now those photographs lay in Eliza's hands. She studied them with an obsessive intensity, refusing to overlook even the smallest detail. Her grip bent one corner of a print, and as she listened to her subordinate's account, her gaze shifted

“Are fucking idiots. Going along with what they’re told to do. Sorry, but whatever you think is happening here isn’t, and it would be best for you to just forget about it.” Finished speaking, I turn and prepare to head back inside, but before I can, Kevin’s hand is wrapping around my wrist, and I find myself in a hospital room. In the middle of the room is a single bed with a fat and bald man who looks to be on his last leg. He only seems to be in his fifties, maybe sixties, and there isn’t a single fucking person around him as he fights to take his last breath. Fitting. I think to myself, yanking my wrist free of Kevin’s hold and then whirling around.

Elena had already passed out and I was just sitting down there like a helpless person in order to fill them. I heard the door locks on the doors and after a few minutes the door suddenly opened before Griffin walked in with a frown on his face along with Voldemort who came directly to me with chains in his hand. "Hey Voldemort, who are you doing?" I asked while coughing because the smoke was starting to get to me which made him glare at me. I watched as Griffin immediately carried her out of the room in his arms and after Voldemort finished with his business he literally pulled me out of the room.

I muttered as I smiled while I watch his own smile fade away. “Dumbledore Voldemort?? Supreme Alpha of the North territories??” He flustered as I could hear his heart beat so outrageously. “Yeah, him!!”

She laid there helplessly. In the meantime, Phil, who came through the portal, saw Becca’s body on the ground. He got here from Becca’s house, but he was too late. He examined the body, to see whether she was really dead or not. When he couldn’t feel her breathing anymore, he chuckled and said, “Well, it’s better you are dead. If I didn’t get the potion, no one else should have either.” He further spoke, pulling a few strands of Becca’s hair behind her back. “Becca Hertford died with the potion to save the love of her life. Rot in hell.” With that, he returned to the vampire world.