Harry Potter And The Kings Requiem Novels & Stories

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

What could the spell be? Instead, she asked, "what are you doing with those captives in warehouses? What is the blood for?" If possible, her eyes glared some more, promising retribution. However, she screamed the next minute. "You don't reply, you get hurt," Lothaire shot back calmly. "To hold the king in that cage, we need... we need a lot of blood. The others in the kingdom, they would doubt. To create the illusion that he is the king to everyone we need to perform regular rituals," Henrietta said pointing her eyes to the backseat.

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.

Kingsley's mouth was twisted in a grimace as he muttered underneath his breath, an incantation in a language so ancient only the gods knew what was said. They pleaded for their lives as they continued to rise higher above the room. Kingsley's face was now emotionless as he stared at three of his older brothers, begging to be released. For a moment, his black eyes gazed up at the group hovering in the air. With a small flick of his wrist, the magic wrenched the princes and their wives in half, their blood painting the ceiling a vivid red. Only August and Gwendolyn were spared; Kingsley had thrown them to the other side of the room.

And with that blue marble, Sirius will gonna see himself like a puppy, following the human around. The grand council ended with a high note of the things each of them shall watch while governing their area of accountabilities. With one ancient spell spoken by four gods combined, the hall lighted up along with the disappearance of Daeira and Leera's bodies along with their respective kings. **************************************************************************** Sirius had the look of everlasting boredom on his face as he went to sit on his throne. "You're back, milord?" Asked Kohei, a black-winged creature serving the prince of the death.

Then the King's body shattered. Thousands of blue fragments rose into the air. Like stars. Like fireflies. Like souls finally freed. Then his final words echoed across the kingdom. "Trust the light within you." The fragments drifted into the sky. And vanished. The Last King was gone. Forever. Then something fell from where he had stood. A small crystal object. Ancient. Beautiful. A key. And engraved upon it were three words: FOR THE HEIR ONLY. To Be Continued...

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.

He gives in, panting. "The mafia don's behind the death of The Kingstons." He informs. The woman rolled her eyes, expecting something more valuable than the Kingstons, whoever they were. Dominic Bianchi, the Sicilian Don, was known to end lives. The woman was aware that it was the Don's favorite past-time. His hands were stained by the blood of those he had killed. Though it's not like Bella's hands were clean.

I heard another elder ask, as the murmuring grew louder so Harry could hear them. "No one dares to question his majesty or her highness. Leave now, unless you want to be tortured!" Harry roared at them, and some still stubbornly asked Harry, "But his majesty just told us now that he needs a dragon mate. Is his queen not a dragon too? What's going on in the royal palace?" "Guards!! Get me my iron whip!" Harry roared out, and not one more question was asked. All the elders started running away, knowing that Harry was ruthless. The field became silent as the crowds all went back home.