Harry Potter Is An Assassin Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

From it came a wave of power that turned air to ash, ripping through armor and shadow alike. I joined her, not as a protector, but as her equal, her mate, her storm twin. For every enemy that came, ten more fell. Blood painted the stones, but we did not waver. We were cleansing this place of its lies. And then, in the final moment of clarity before chaos returned, Harry made his last, desperate command. "Kill them both!" he screamed, madness dripping from every syllable. His voice echoed through the arena like a curse, triggering the last wave of killers he had held in reserve. I looked at Samantha. She looked at me. We nodded. If this was the end, we would meet i

Her breathing had gone more unstable bringing more fear to my heart. I slowly stepped away from the guards and moved towards her. She looked almost dead. Bringing my hands up to my lips, ‘I did the only thing I could think of’ I cut deep into my flesh and opened her mouth. Squeezing my palm together, I slowly pumped the blood into her lips and watched her slowly sipped it. I smiled happily as color returned to her face and the whitish webs slowly disappeared. I growled angrily at the fact that someone had been using dark magic. Which means, if Mark is the assassin, that means he has an accomplice who is involved in black magic.

The merciless punisher; anyone who opposed him faced a vicious animal. He was compared to Voldemort in Harry Potter —he who shall not be named or whatever. We all knew it was him behind the attacks, but we could only hope that it wasn’t. After all, hadn’t we convinced ourselves that fear was just a product of our creative minds? I looked over at Lily, who was rocking back and forth. Could she be wrong and misinformed? I pray she is wrong!

The girls had also asked about how his classes had gone during the morning and he updated them. Erik had just taken a sip from his cup, when he heard hasty footsteps. He looked at the door and saw a brown bush-haired girl with Gryffindor colors entering the room and freezing as soon as she entered. She looked around the 'new' classroom with wide and curious eyes, and then she saw Erik sitting behind the Professor's desk sipping his coffee. While she was staring at him with wide eyes, two other males students, a black haired one and a red haired one, entered the classroom. Erik recognized the black haired one, it was Harry Potter. Both male students stopped behind the female one and were pant

Now more than ever, he believes Linus is behind Chloe's kidnap. “What do you want?" Harry asked the moment he picked up. “What, no hello who is this? You really have no curtsey Harry." Linus mocked. “Where is she?" Harry asked, kissing his teeth. He's been thinking of proper ways to torture Linus once he gets hold of him. He hasn't held a gun in a long while and he swore he would never go back to that lifestyle but Linus has pushed him to the edge and he would be the first to suffer his wrath.

She grits out. Phoenix’s hardened expression metamorphizes into one of irritation as he continues to hold her in his steely arms. Phoenix is at least a foot taller than the woman and over a hundred pounds heavier, but she’s putting up quite a fuss. I can tell by the way his arms are straining that she’s strong. Her long blond hair flails around with her irate movements, and her blue eyes spark with annoyance. It’s almost comedic to see Phoenix with his chocolate-covered skin and toned muscles struggling with the termagant. He looks almost unsure of what to do. Phoenix is Logan’s assassin. His real name is Oliver. He and I have worked on several assignments together over the years and have ha

But she was going to do something that would make her the most wanted criminal in the land of Huskarian. Leanunya snuck past the guards of the castle and sneaked around looking for the man she wanted to kill. She found him, “the king”. She snuck closer to him drawing a black dagger out of its scabbard. When she was close enough she lunged at the man who was talking with another man from their sides. The king didn’t see or do anything until she had already stabbed him in the back. Leanunya cursed silently as she realized she had just barely missed his vital point but smirked in satisfaction as she heard him cry out in pain.

“It’s going to be the same at the end. I’m not a hero. I’m an assassin, a murderer. Even if I succeed in taking down the Parliament, there is no way I’m going to be accepted for what I’ve done. I’ve always known that the day I bring the Parliament down, I will go down with them. In order for a better future that isn’t built on the blood of others, the cycle must end and it ends with me.” Feeling the strain of talking after several days of bed rest, I didn’t register the pain. A loud slap resounding through the room and the ringing in my left ear was enough to stun me. “Stop deluding yourself. Do you think you’re the only one bearing the burden of this? Look carefully! Open your eyes! Aren’t

Her sister only stared back at her hardly and she knew right then and there that she contacted their father and the man she doesn’t know must be the attorney. "Is this going to make you happy, Ashley?!" Alex asked tightly. "Seeing me behind bars?" "You deserved more than just being behind bars, Alex!" Ashley retorted angrily. "You're a cold-blooded murderer! How could you do that to our own mother?! Your own flesh and blood! What has she done to you that made you do that?! Because she favored me?!" The door to the diner suddenly pushed open when she was being led out and Damon came inside, looking surprised at the scene that he immediately saw.

They had to use her teeth to identify her, her damn teeth. My stomach turned violently, and for a second, I was certain I was going to vomit right there on the cold floor. My limbs felt numb, but my hands were ice cold, the kind of cold that crawls from the inside. I tried to tell myself it still wasn’t real, that this wasn’t happening. But the words on the page weren’t changing. They were inked in place. Final. And then came the part that knocked the breath I had left from my lungs; Harry had been the one to do this. He was barely out of childhood, and he had been capable of killing my sister so violently.