Romans & histoires Harry Potter And The King's Requiem

Matteo Romano. He rose from the shadowed corner, towering, broad-shouldered, his black suit tailored with the precision of a king in exile. His face was carved in lines of command: sharp jaw, straight nose, lips that could give orders like death sentences. But it was his eyes that froze the blood in her veins. obsidian, fathomless and unreadable. Il Re di Ferro. The Blood King. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through dry leaves. No one expected him here. No one dared to speak his name too loudly.

Everything about his place is perfectly fit for a King. Marek nudges my side, brining my attention back to Varian, and the man approaching to stand by his side, who I immediately know is the King. I'm immediately taken by his pretty eyes, like pure silver, framed by a dark line around the iris. Everything else about him is handsome too, but I already knew that. I've heard plenty of gossip about him in the past, even if all of the people I knew that had something to say about him had never actually met him. "Woah...You're the King," I hear myself say, my cheeks immediately reddening from embarrassment. How many times has he heard that?

The king said, referring to the magical demons that he expected me to lead. “So, what is your brilliant plan this time father?” Devin spat at him, “Surround the entire kingdom in iron to keep her in?” The King shook his head, and reached into his pocket to pull a small vial out and place it on the table. Silver metallic liquid swirled around the glass, and Devin scrunched his eyebrows together as he attempted to figure out what he was looking at.

The old man, who was none other than his father, seemed to be holding back his anger. "FELIX!" The king shouted loudly after that, calling out to someone who immediately appeared next to him. An old man with jet black hair and carrying a tube filled with green liquid in his hand. Kevin frowned, staring intently at the tube filled with liquid. "Who are you?! What are you carrying?!" Kevin asked, staring intently at the man who was now standing next to his father. "Respect to His Highness Prince Kevin. I am Felix, the greatest potions wizard in this kingdom." Felix bowed respectfully while introducing himself.

born of devil's spite, a monster wearing the skin of a beast. Time fractured again, the scene dissolving into a blur of seasons. A year slipped by in ghostly montage: Damitri wasting away on his throne, skin pallid and stretched over bones, coughing black ichor into velvet cushions, his once-mighty frame reduced to a husk by the curse's insidious creep. Whispers filled the castle—poison? Sorcery? None dared speak of pacts or devils. Then, one storm-lashed night, the king's final rattle echoed through the halls, his eyes glazing over as shadows claimed him. The crown passed uneasily, but grief festered deeper.

The king was focused to Chief Black at once. "We found this in hidden in the belongings of the crown princess, Your Majesty." Chief Black lifted his hand for everyone to see. I gasped and my throat ran dry when I saw what he was holding. It is a black little bottle with black lid. "And we found out that it indeed contains the deadly extract of the poisonous flower Lily of Morte." I felt like my whole world crumbled into ashes. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. It felt like doom was suddenly in front, standing right before me.

"None of you should kill Derek.. I need to give him the honour of dying in my hands.." He turned back to look at Sodom. " When you return, I'd Grant you your wish before I kill him." Sodom sighed quietly as the five wolves took him and walked away. ** Harry sat quietly in his house close to one of the tables as he listened to Derek narrate again his new plan to get to the king with this new Aquaintance that he had made. He listened attentively as Derek spoke passionately about the things that he had planned to tell the king in order to release some of his men to go with him. But all Harry could feel for him was pity. He wish there was a way that he could make him see that the king would neve

I will never get used to it. We all go to the living room and I’m immediately pulled onto Ren’s lap as he sits on the armchair by the fireplace. Thea sits with Leo, Skye with Hunter and Lia with Blake, while Aiden and another guy take their seats on the other couch, with everyone else standing behind them by the window. “So… what’s going on?” One of the men asks curiously. “A witch wants to kill the King. – Thea begins – She has a bunch of Undeads with her and most likely an army of humans.”

She took a deep breath before pushing open the door, her limbs once again shaking. Inside the room was two men, and a woman. She was certain that the man in the middle, a man only a few years older than her, at the head of the table as they all sat around, was the King. He had shaggy black hair, and was lazily lounged out, with his feet in another chair. However, just as she realized that the wonderful scent of a warm fireplace seemed nearly overpowering in here, his eyes snapped up to hers, and she saw the depths of his amber eyes. She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long.

After rain, a rainbow—after old sins, a new beginning. --- Afternoon gave way to evening. The guards announced that only one hour remained. Nurul Islam played with Abrar, bounced him on his knee, told him a story: "Once there was a king. He had a very beautiful queen. They had a sweet little treasure, named Abrar. The king made some mistakes, and he had to live in the forest. But every day, the little treasure would come to the forest, take the king's hand, and say, 'Father, come home.'"