Novel & Cerita Harry Potter And The Kings Requiem

Elara whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs. She pointed to the lead rider on the path. He wore a silver cloak and carried a spear that glowed with dark magic. "That’s the High Inquisitor," Elara said. "They aren't here to arrest us, Korth. They brought "The Silence," the spell that erases memories. Korth stepped out, his eyes turning back into slits. "They want to erase the King's death from everyone's minds." "No," a weak voice said from Korth's shoulder. Joren had opened his eyes. He looked at the soldiers below and smiled a bloody, terrifying smile. "They aren't here for me. They’re here because they already found the Crown of Ash."

Sally made sure I was looking like a royal queen, as I had disclosed to her how the twins had treated me, of course omitting the part where they had rejected me as their mate. Sally had picked a luxurious red dress and had my hair curled and styled perfectly to the back, using gold clips to hold them in place. My ears and neck were adorned with diamonds, which belonged to my mother. Looking at myself in the mirror, I looked like a queen. Not just any queen, but one who held power. This comforted me and gave me the strength to be able to face the twins. The arrival of the twins was announced, and immediately I took a deep breath as I left to join them. The shock on the twins' faces was pricel

For some reason, he seemed awfully familiar. "As you all know, your Alpha is dead." His voice resounds through the forest. "I am sorry for the loss you have all encountered today, but I'm not here to make it any better." A few people gasped, murmuring among themselves at his words. "My name is Alpha Henry, but most people call me King." He introduce shortly, I frown. He was supposed to be Eloise's mate. He must be devastated. *

Chapter Nine The chamber smelled of him. Smoke, spiced wine, and a bitter trace like sour lemon clinging to the heavy curtains and the silk that still pooled on the floor. I pressed my palm against the carved bedpost to steady myself. My knees trembled as if they already knew he was coming before the latch clicked. The door slammed shut behind him. King Kael filled the frame in one stride. His black shirt hung open, chest bare, hair falling wild across his brow. His eyes found mine and flared hot, not gentle, not kind, but claiming. Breath felt like something he could take from me.

“And this time, make sure the corners shine. The king deserves perfection in every way, not mediocrity.” I bit down on the inside of my cheek, swallowing the words that wanted to spill out. I was tired. Bone-tired. And it wasn’t just from the endless cleaning. When I had first woken that morning, the three grim reapers had appeared again with their pale faces and a bowl of bitter concoction, steam rising from its rim but thankfully, no guard. “Drink it before you get forced again,” one had said, offering it to me. I had refused at first, confused and still half-asleep. “I don’t need it,” I murmured. “I- We didn’t do—” I tried explaining that nothing had happened to need the potion.

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.

Corine begs her brother, clasping her hands together like in a prayer. "CORINE, DO HAVE A DEATH WISH?" ********** Minister Kingsley dash to the King's room. He sprints, looking like being chased by someone deadly. He bangs his hands to knock on the door of the King while shaking the doorknob. "YOUR HIGHNESS!!! IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP!!!" The doorknob clicks as the King opens the door while rubbing his eyes. "YOUR HIGHNESS! YOU-" Before Kingsley could finish his sentence, Hedery hums in exhilaration, pulling Kingsley's body closer to him, to sway their bodies together with the pace of his hum.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:12 AM Erik commented and continued to watch, as an eerie and raspy voice ordered Quirrel to 'use the boy'. Quirrell then ordered the boy to look at the mirror. Mr. Potter then stood in front of the mirror and Erik paused again. He quickly positioned himself behind the boy and 'unpaused' the memory. He watched as the boy's reflection took a red ruby-like stone from its pants' pocket, showed it to him, gave him a wink and put the stone back in the pocket. Mr. Potter then, as sneaky as an elephant in a china store could be, checked his pocket and noticed the bulge in it. But the stupid professor didn't seem to notice.

He was tall, and beneath his black suit jacket, Romaine saw his flexed muscles, bulging at his arms and shoulders as he took a step back to stand beside Raoul. “My parents… His Royal Majesty, King Hernando, and Her Royal Majesty, Queen Dorothea, will be here shortly to meet you as well,” she said, forcing a smile onto her face. Smiling was the last thing on her mind. He had yet to look away, and those icy blue eyes of his captured Romaine in a way she couldn’t begin to describe. He couldn’t be more than three or four years older than her, but in the depths of those eyes was so much emotion, a swirling storm that drew her in the longer she stared.

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.