Harry Potter Fanfiction Arcturus Black Is Angry นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ashyy accepted me into his arms and hugged me tight, I felt nice, I felt ease. Arrow then became distant from me. He was just looking at me not showing any emotion. I could see disbelief and disappointment in his eyes. "No, men like them are killers. They have no mercy. Get me out of here, Ashyy... get me out of here." I was crying way too hard making me lose control. The rapid breathing activity locked my throat that it became hard for me to take oxygen. As I breathed hard, I fell to unconsciousness. Arrow Black's POV

"Miss Hale, are you alright?" Angel barely heard the lecturer calling to her from the front of the room. When Angel had last looked, Professor Bladon had been scribbling some nonsense about the value of fated mates upon the digital whiteboard. Now she was glaring at her, her usually pale blue irises now an electric blue, suggesting that the witch was growing pissed. It was clear just from looking at her that it wasn't the first time she had addressed her. "Angel?" "I…umm…" Angel stammered and thinking up the first excuse that came to mind, she gasped,

"My lord?" Nyxar turned his gaze toward the bleeding face of the Blood Moon. "That exact pathetic emotion is why Arcturus managed to defeat me all those centuries ago." His crimson eyes narrowed into lethal slits. "And that is precisely why I will personally erase every single trace of it from this world." He stretched out a massive, clawed hand into the air. The surrounding shadows violently swirled together, rapidly condensing into the shape of a colossal, monstrous wolf made entirely of living darkness. Its massive eyes burned brighter than a raging inferno.

My hair must’ve looked like an after sex haze. “Yes, Dad,” I stepped out from behind Ace’s protective body. “I can decide on my own, and I chose to be with Ace.” They say Arthur Black is a man that can shoot fire with his eyes. At this moment, I can feel his anger radiating from the little distance between us. The blazing rage from his cobalt eyes is not directed at me but towards the man who was standing beside me. Holding my hand in a vice grip as if someone would take me away from him any second.

she whispered, tears streaming down her face. Emily reached out, but Aurora stepped back, shaking her head. Her mind raced as she grappled with the impossible truth. How could her mate—her destined partner—be the enemy? Aurora stammered, “My mate—Hunter—is my enemy.” Aurora stood in stunned silence, her body frozen. For a moment, it felt like time itself had stopped. Her wide eyes stared blankly ahead as she placed a trembling hand on her forehead. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “How can my mate… my mate… be my enemy? No, no, this can’t be happening. The Moon God wouldn’t do this to me!”

His black hair all messed up, and his black eyes held so much rage in them. “Stop chasing after her you fucking asshole!” Anthony pulled Lucas from his shirt, and started to beat the shit out of him, I gasped, covering my face, at first I was more than happy to see Anthony still care that much, but when I realized he was making a horrible damage to Lucas’s face, I yelled. “Stop!!!” I walked towards them, breaking Lucas from his hands, while Anthony froze, his face still pissed, and there was a frown on his face.

My alter egos gasped even as the black blossom of my sorcery opened, but too late. The darkness washed over me as my anger burned, crackling with irritation I'd fallen into a trap. ***

August's POV "Draco, we need you outside!" Scarlet gasped as she suddenly entered the training room. I turned around here and her eyes are throwing daggers with Draco's hand on my hand and it returned to me the look that you are missing, a black aura is about to appear in its body. So he's still mad at me now? You see I'm in a bind, it's still my fault. "What is the meaning of this?" She asked while heaving. She looks displeased at what she sees.

he challenged and I turned to face him. "You are right Black, I want you all dead," I said, and the others exchanged glances while Black gloated. "But you also want me dead right, so what is the difference between my rage and your rage, at least I have my reasons". Black watched me unable to form a coherent sentence. He glanced at Detinos, who quickly looked away, a bright blush spreading over his cheeks. I looked closely, feeling a thread connecting the both of them. It was absurd, Black and Detinos already had their mate, so what did the bright thread symbolize? And why was I suddenly seeing it when I'd been blinded to it before?

I can feel their hunger, their excitement—salt and heat at the back of my throat. The biggest one pounces. A black blur intercepts midair. Arthur. No—not Arthur. Not anymore. This thing is all ripping muscle and snapping jaws, fur dark as a starless sky. It— he —tears out the Blackwater wolf's throat with a wet crunch. Blood sprays hot across my cheeks. The remaining wolves whimper. Arthur's answering growl vibrates through the earth beneath me. Then he's on them. It's not a fight. It's slaughter. Limbs twist at unnatural angles. Snarls cut off mid-breath. The forest floor drinks deep.