Harry Potter Fanfiction Arcturus Black Wizengamot นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It did not utter any single word as it waited for its master’s command. “Sora,” Santi called it, “You’ve been asleep for centuries. I bet you hadn’t stretched your muscles yet. How about you exercised for a bit?” The black irises of Sora slowly turned into purple. It had waited for its master to say it. Sora already felt its paws twitched in excitement. “Yes, master.” Sora said as it bowed its head. Afterwards, it turned into a black smoke as it disappeared in the room. Santi, who was left on his daughter’s chamber, raised his head for a bit while his eyes were closed. Then, the corner of his mouth rose. “I bet they would like the gift that I sent.” He said and laughed.

"We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

It ordered. "Are you crazy? Those despicable wizard are waiting with those Elders to dispose of me and you are just going to give them to opportunity" White Arc growled at me. "Do you think I don't care about it" It flipped it's tail as I felt helpless. "This must be something that the witches had done to me reject your mate, so I will just accept her. The next plan would be discussed." I analyzed the situation, feeling that it made sense though. "That's your business I don't like her!" It growled.

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.

"It doesn't matter since I can't be Eliza's mate anyway. Besides, as long as I'm with Amara, she won't interfere with Eliza's happiness." Only then did I realize that the one that my mate truly loved was also my stepsister. So, I've prepared a fake identity and planned a staged death at the hands of rogue wolves. After confirming the final arrangements for my fake death over the phone, I hung up. In two more days, I would disappear forever, just as they wished. Just then, I sensed a familiar, commanding wolf presence. I looked up instinctively to see my mate, Alpha Alaric Blackwood of the Blackwood Pack, still as imposing and well-groomed as ever.

Anything! “I didn't think the worst; I saw it with my own fucking eyes. Do you expect me to be smiling and jumping when I'm with someone who can kill another person as if he were an animal?” She spat, looking at him in disbelief as tears streamed down her face. Alexa couldn't help it; she couldn't pretend to be okay with everything she found out today. Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore.

“I . . . don’t know. She is part witch and I have to admit that I have not much knowledge about their kind. Witches and wizards usually take care of each other and they have tricks that we may not be aware of. But I assure you, she will be up in no time. For exerting such a powerful spell, she could have put herself in a more perilous situation, but she made it out.” With that, she leaves and attends to the infirmary once more. Mom and I look at each other. “Don’t worry, Gammie will come here soon,” she assures me, and as if on cue, we start to hear footsteps from the entrance. We both turn, and we see Gammie walking towards us with her cane in hand, limping and looking distraught. ut on her

Arista leaned in and asked, “Sir, are you turning it into a White Wolf?” The owner looked at Arista. “Yes, you want to see?” As he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, presenting the item he was carving in front of her. Arista leaned in to look, and suddenly, a black light flashed on the item. She felt dizzy, as if a force was pulling her from within the item.

My head starts to feel light due to the lack of oxygen, and black spots begin to fill my vision. Please, help me! ‘No one’s coming; you’re alone. Let us handle it.’ His hands slide to the zipper of my dress, and I shut my eyes, bracing myself for whatever comes next. That is until I push him, and suddenly he flies off me, crashing into the wall on the opposite end of the room. It makes no sense—I know I'm not that strong. However, it all becomes clear when I see Artemis standing there, breathing hard and heavy, his eyes glowing golden and his pupils taking the form of his beast’s.