Harry Potter Fanfiction Arcturus Black Wizengamot Novels & Stories

Fuck! “You bitches are going to regret this!” He took his wand up to finally finish her off, but I couldn’t let it happen just yet. My head felt heavy, black dots appeared in my vision every few seconds. With whatever energy I had left in me, I raised my hand to cast another blazing shot at him, but then something happened. My hand froze in the air.

I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story. I am Azazel Black, and this is my story of falling in love with my mother’s murderer. I am the only one who could keep you safe; they all fear me. If they dare bare their teeth at you, darling, I will pull them out one by one and hang them as my necklace. ……………

And now, finally, the means to set them free are within reach. I lean back in the chair, the book open before me, and allow myself a slow smile. The witch who broke the first chain, Hazel, is here. The gifted wolf, the pack with their precious unborn child of the gifted wolf, all gathered neatly on Blackwater land. Fate has delivered them into my hands, wrapped like an offering. The witches once thought they had written my ending into this book. But these pages will mark the beginning of something else entirely. My army will rise again.

Malrik’s eyebrow lifted slightly, “You’re threatening me because of her? Maybe you've got some backbone in you after all.” The hunters behind Malrik shifted restlessly. I'm certain they didn't come here for all this conversation and just wanted to fight. Malrik’s gaze finally moved and landed on me. The moment his eyes met mine, something cold slid down my spine. He studied me slowly and carefully, like he was studying a painting. “What spell have you cast on my sons, slave?” he asked with a puzzled expression. “Her name is Aurora!” Draven thundered. Malrik ignored him and continued, “I knew you had Draven in your claws but how did you also manage to get Darius entranced?”

she says slowly, each word deliberate. "You were the ones who couldn't stop yourselves from creating something you could not control. You are responsible for all these deaths of innocent werewolves and humans. And Morag, he is nothing more than your Karma" "We only kept you in the dark to protect you." "If you truly wanted to protect me, you would never have sent me to that trial that almost killed me. And now you're still willing to sacrifice me just to keep Morag locked up?" "As your master, I will not allow you to make a mistake that will affect not only the celestial realm but the mortal realm as well." Arcturus said, his face hardened

The Black Moon wolves were tending to the wounded, their growls subdued, their movements reverent, as though afraid to disturb the fragile calm that had descended. Aria stood at the heart of it all, her white hair tangled with soot and silver light. Her magic still hummed beneath her skin, refusing to fade even as exhaustion weighed upon her limbs. Around her, the remnants of her spell glowed faintly on the ground — sigils scorched into stone, shimmering with the last of her divine fire. But her eyes — they were only for him. Kieran.

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.

I swear to God, I'm burying this man alive. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I heard a deep voice behind me. Of course it's the devil himself. "What? Can't I get out of my room now?" I scoffed and rolled my eyes. It was a bad decision. Artemis grabbed my hand and pulled me closer. The grip of his hand was so painful that I hissed. The eyes of me became blurry. He's definitely an asshole. "Don't ever roll your eyes at me. Otherwise you know the consequences won't be pleasing, babygirl." He said in a husky calm voice.

I forced my expression blank, even as the blood roared in my ears. “Zara Blackwood,” he continued, savoring the name on his tongue like it was a rare delicacy. “Seventeen. Unshifted. Low-rank placement. And yet… so many incidents surrounding her.” His hazel eyes lifted to mine, sharp and gleaming. “Do you know what that tells me, Atlas?” I kept silent. “It tells me she’s slipping through your control,” he said softly, with a dangerous edge beneath the calm. “Just like Mira did.”

Atticus hesitated “Damn it! Well, you shouldn’t stop taking the medicine anyway. You want everyone to think you’re still not taking anything, I get it. Arthur will try to tamper with the damn potions the moment he hears about some healer giving you medicine, but… Now we have the girl, right? If anyone tries to trick us, she’ll tell us… Probably…” “Relying on healers is useless.” Slowly, I walked a few steps with my hand outstretched, until I found a rough tree trunk to grip “But that hardly matters. My wolf has become lazy for some reason since that ambush, but enough is enough!” I growled, feeling my fangs and claws begin to grow “I won’t rest for another second until he’s fully awake again