Harry Potter Fanfiction Arcturus Black Is Angry นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he spat out in anger, his grip tightening around Catherine’s neck. “Arthur, you know I was never part of that! Please, let me go!” Catherine cried out in desperation, tears clouding her eyes as she struggled against his hold. “I love you, Catherine, but I despise it when you use your dark magic on me!” Arthur cursed, his frustration evident in his voice. “The same magic that saved you and the entire packs,” Catherine retorted, her voice laced with defiance. “Don’t tell me you want to kill me now.”

Blindness came to me. "Why do you always have to blindfold me?" I queried staying still. "Shut up." Arrow Black's POV I have already been thinking. She's gone too far in pissing me off. As much as I wanted to never harm her, she keeps on insisting it herself. We're heading to my torture room again. I wanted to make sure this would be the last time I'd bring her here because this day will be her worst nightmare. No one's gonna be merciful.

"She's pregnant, Harry." Harry went still. His face was blank. Indianna could tell he was having an internal battle. His eyes were changing from black to normal colour. "Are you sure?" "Yes," Indianna whispered. "Harry-" "Respectfully, Indie, fuck off," Harry growled. "Because I'm going to punch something and I would not like it to be you." "Harry-" "I will hurt you if you don't leave!" Harry shouted. His eyes were fully black. His wolf was taking over. "Indianna, get out of my sight. Now!"

"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.

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.

Stormi was warm, caring and loving whereas Ari was the perfect opposite of warm or caring or even human, he was an asshole who wants nothing to do with me…an asshole who would rather kiss a girl he just met than try to work things out between us. I hate him! From the depths of my heart to the soul of my existence I loath everything he stood for. He was a reminder that I am good for nothing and I don't like to be reminded of that by nobody. I am quite capable of beating myself down…this ground I am standing on, can't get any lower. So, Ari thunderbolt Black can do whatever he likes…he won't break something that is already broken. I held on to the boy in front of me, his kindness made it easy

Astaroth lounged atop the altar, his gaze sweeping over the three of us with an unsettling mixture of amusement and curiosity. "So, we have made up our minds?" Astaroth asked, his eyes lingering on each of us in turn. His fingers absently fussed with the ears of a massive black dog at his side. "Oh, ignore Fluffy," he said with a grin. "He’s a hellhound." Charlotte stepped forward, her eyes blazing with resolve. "Yes, we’ve made up our minds."

Harder than I was ready for. I stared at my body, that pale, still version of me lying there. I’d looked at her before and felt pain. But now I felt anger burning hot inside me. Why? That was all I wanted to know. I had never done anything to make someone hate me that much that they would use a magic like this. Arthur’s voice broke through the silence, rough and raw. “Why…” he asked as if he knew what was thinking. “Why would they do this to her?”