Harry Potter And The King's Requiem Novels & Stories

Thank goodness that the king is not here to bother me. - Look who is back, the thieving queen. I was startled and my heart leapt into my mouth. I turned around slowly to see who the demon was, even though I already knew who it was. Nobody calls me a thief except the devil in the crown. Completely facing away, I look at King Cassian, seeing that my prayer was not answered. Next time, I will play black magic. - To be here again, I suppose you will give me what I asked for in exchange for the flower, am I right? - he asked, stepping closer.

Her father, the king, made attempt to lay her to rest in secret but after sunrise the next day when little her had ventured to her mother's grave to send her flowers, her mother had dug her wat out if the grace, now one if the hideous creatures, a blood suckers. "Look!" Her eyes snapped open and fixated itself on the grave. "It's moving, it's moving!"

The page revealed the man’s mark. A wolf beneath three waves. Shigure dropped to one knee. “The first king.” Raiken seized the book. “How?” The glass cut his palm. Blood touched the page. New words appeared. THE RESTORED KING REQUIRES THE LAST QUEEN’S LIFE. The archive doors slammed shut. Every broken crown turned toward me. Scene 107: The Price of Restoration The crowns began whispering. One voice became ten. Ten became hundreds. Give her back. Raiken threw the glass book across the chamber.

The process we had to undertake to get through the border-left little doubt in my mind that they were acutely aware of the lands immediately surrounding their pack. That was why we were here after all. After three years of near isolation, the king had run out of patience and demanded an inspection of the pack or risk starting a war. The pack had to agree, there wasn't a pack that could rival the King's forces. He was King for a reason. To werewolves, power spoke and the king had no rival even though he was getting up there in years. Stories of his ruthlessness, in uniting the werewolves, were still told in every pack, even taught in pack schools. After holding on to his title for so lon

She heard footsteps coming towards the door, Maru and Merfoy were standing in front as they look at the fainted bodies with Liana who seemed confused and terrified. “What happened here?” Merfoy asks as he approaches Ciaran and feels his pulse. “They fainted and the smoke went through the King’s body,” she responded. Merfoy narrowed his eyes puzzled. “I’m afraid King Ciaran cannot control his black flame,” Merfoy said scanning the hermit’s body, hot and pale in a sudden. “How many years is he sealed in that mountain?” Maru asks.

I couldn’t help but gloat. The look of pride crossed the King’s face as I spoke. “So, you can read this book easily?” He asked. I nodded as I continued to flip through the pages. It was a very complex book, but it wasn’t anything unusual other than the fact that these were magical potions. “Good, so I want you to create a healing potion for me,” he surprised me by saying as he unlocked the metal briefcase. I gasped when I saw the neatly layered potion bottles inside of the case. There were so many of them and all different colors. It was oddly beautiful in a strange way.

Cassandra wished she too should have learned how to remain hidden. ‘Every time I close my eyes, I see someone dying, someone getting hurt. I don’t even know why images of our king flash in my mind. His golden curls, himation bellowing in the wind, and his armor shining under the sun. son of Zeus! What does this mean? Why is Apollo showing me these flashes? Will anything ominous happen to him? God forbid! "

My hands trembled as I reached for the remote, turning on the TV for some distraction, only to feel my heart sink. On the screen was the Averelle royal crest. My family’s crest. A reporter stood in front of it, microphone in hand. “Breaking news: King Alaric Windsor has officially announced his abdication. The King will step down to be with his long-time partner, a hotel receptionist identified as......" The remote slipped from my fingers and thudded onto the rug. “What?” I whispered. “He… he did what?” Cutting to a clip of Alaric my older brother, the King, beaming as if he’d just won a jackpot instead of discarding centuries of royal tradition.

Mrs Harson asked her youngest daughter. "It was okay." I replied casually. Gwen stared at her mother. She couldn't believe that her parents had a debt to pay and they acted as if everything was alright. She just hopes everything goes back to normal. "Girls! Come help me make dinner." Mrs Harson called which made Gwen come back to reality. Aurora and Gwen then went to the kitchen to help their mother but with different thoughts running through their minds. At the Royal palace; King Alexander was sitted on his throne in the meeting room. On his right was his trusted assistant George. A man that was only two years older than the King. He had pale skin and dark coloured eyes. He keenly studied t