Harry Potter And The King's Requiem Novels & Stories

said the Duke, enjoying the despair in his eyes the color of the summer sky. Lord Vragenn displeasedly threw another human corpse aside, continuing to mutter spells to himself. His strength was already quite weakened. The king almost broke the Saint, but at the last moment she, with renewed strength, began to fight him off. Some people shared their energy with her...

A crystal glass rested untouched beside him. His amber eyes remained fixed on a chessboard. He slowly moved a black knight forward. Across from him stood Vale, watching quietly. A hesitant knock interrupted the silence. "Enter." The steel door opened. The spy walked in. His shirt clung to his back with sweat. He had clearly run the entire way after losing sight of Kaizen. He bowed immediately. "My Chairman." Without looking up from the chessboard, the Chairman spoke. "You followed them." "Yes, sir." "And?"

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.

"The boy said... I'm the Remainder of a lie." He looked at the floorboards where a fourth shadow was rising. Not the Child-Prime. The Actual Prime. The First King was no longer a consciousness or a memory. He had used the Child’s reversion to physically manifest in the Grand Hall. He was ten feet tall, made of shifting basalt and liquid sun. [SYSTEM RESET: COMPLETE] [THE KING IS HOME] The world went silent. The countdown to the end wasn't a clock anymore. It was a presence. I looked at the god in the hall, then at my son, and I gripped my shard-blade with a hand that was finally, completely, stone. The war wasn't over. It was a reckoning.

“I told you aunty that the goddess is on our side. Today or tomorrow would mark the end of viscount Kingsley.“ My Uncle, Harlow's voice disrupted the heavy silence which hung in the atmosphere. My mother face brightened at Harlow's words,and I could see the blush on her cheeks. “What did the king intended for the traitor?“ she inquired in a sharp tone. “ERM…” the minister of finance cleared his throat. " His grace wants Kingsley to come here in Green pack and explained how his daughter resurrected. If it's through magic, he would be executed! You know magic and witchcraft is formidable here after the woe the Dothraki caused us to face.“

The double doors violently flew off their hinges under the kinetic pressure of my aura, hitting the polished marble floor of the sacred hall with a lightning-like crash that echoed through the cavernous granite vaults. I stepped fully into the room where my life had been brutally broken five long years ago. At the apex of the raised obsidian dais sat King Richard. He didn't look like a king anymore. The dark magic he had used was actively rotting his physical body from the inside out; his skin was a translucent, ash-gray mask with glowing veins pulsing erratically beneath his cheeks. His breathing was a wet, rattling wheeze that echoed off the granite columns. But as my eyes locked onto his

“Pavilion master, I-I don’t want to die here. There is so much spirited grass here and the Chi is so rich here. I wouldn’t be able to rest in peace if I die here like this when we’ve just seen hope!” An elder of the Pavilion of Gods and Kings approached Harry and said softly after gritting his teeth.

The bishops are men with mitres on, and carrying croziers. The pawns are mostly the traditional shape, but the finials are elongated, and flame shaped. The Queen looks like Charlie, he could see that much from here, and the Kings looked like the pictures he’d seen of Ben. Jessie is delighted though, and runs for Eliza, hugging her tightly. Eliza holds her just as tightly back. Merlin looks confused, and leans in to Ash to whisper, “Why the tears?” Ash smirks and leans into him, “The Kings are her father, and the Queens are her mother.”

A vibe of entertainment ran through them seeing me, I guessed. I bowed to the King and Queen who were sitting in front of me as it was visible from the veil. The Person who made me this was sitting right to them. I bowed to him too as a trail of tears escaped through my eyes. I was feeling like a wooden sack was loaded on my heart. "Start the Celebration" I heard the voice of the king which was Roaring too like the Prince. He might have inherited that from the King. I heard the drums rolling and the group of girls also became visible whose anklets bells filled the Hall.

Noah recorded each order with precision. I walked to the window overlooking the city. Somewhere in those streets, Dorn was holding children who had no voice. I intended to give them one. “We need to solve all these matters in a week. The Canadian King's profile and Dorn are the targets we need to hit in a week, because both are connected to smuggling and I am sure they are the only two filth who have the treasure in their grip.” The word “treasure” left my lips, heavy and deliberate, carrying a weight no one in the room could perceive. My chest tightened, a coil of anger, protectiveness, and the raw sting of loss.