Harry Potter The Dark Wizard Novels & Stories

“Don't be foolish, hybrid. This city is a feast full of innocent magic, ready to be corrupted and drained!” “So, is that what you did to Denver?” I positioned myself in attack mode. “Corrupted him with your lies?” “That wizard?” The dark witch raised her finger, pointing snobbishly behind her. “He was already corrupted by hatred. Nothing like the promise of power and the elimination of his enemies to make him yield and join our beloved shadows!” “You witch!” I lunged at the witch, trying to bite her neck. However, she skillfully erected a magical barrier that hit me in midair and slammed me forcefully to the ground.

Dark stopped running and grin at the Prince. "Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Dark Lucifer Dontizu, but you can call me Dark. I am the son of the five Princes of hell and the Lord of hell. The King of darkness and the ruler over you. I won't kill you," Dark said. "But this should serve you as a warning not to come near Raziah again. She now belongs to me." he added and walked out of the whirlwind made of black mist. The whirlwind moved, carrying Prince Aragorn out of the Palace.

We were a weapon. And we were ready. Headmistress Morwen sat on her chair, her fingers trembling around a silver chalice. Across her, the air twisted—and Harry stepped through, not from the door, but from the dark itself. He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak. He only stared at her. “Why couldn't you stop her from performing the ritual?" He finally asked. Harry stepped forward, his boots silent on the stone. “You think she is the threat?” “She’s unstable,” Headmistress Morwen said. “Her power is growing beyond containment. Without the bond, she’s a wildfire with no boundaries. And you know what happens when that kind of power is unleashed.”

motherfucking ph’nglui mglw’nafh hastur! hastur Father Ward’s trembling fingers typed ‘hastur.’ This produced several images of a spectral figure cloaked in yellow, one of which reclined on a throne made of skulls, and another Wikipedia link. The entry proved vaguer than the others, but no less disturbing. “Hastur,” he whispered. “The Unspeakable One. He Who Shall Not Be Named. Also known as Assautuu, Yastur, H’aztre, or Kazum. Mythical deity said to reside in far off Carcosa, along Lake Hyades. Often associated with gods of pagan and child sacrifice.”

Lothaire opened his mouth and uttered his secret, which he never told to a soul. "I can manipulate darkness. The dark does my bidding. The shadows are my slaves," he said without even showing a hint of hesitation. He trusts her that much. Willow is blown away imagining the magnitude of his power. No one walking in the dark is safe from him. And now he can walk under the sun too. Willow realized she is looking at the most powerful vampire in this world. Not just a vampire but one of the powerful beings if any. No wonder he is a king.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

“The man that is helping Gilliam claims to be this legendary character. He claims to be Soxor.” A murmur went through the group. I looked at Sybil and saw that she and Rydel were hanging on my every word. Their expressions were serious, showing me that they believed me. I took comfort in that. “I have trained in every settlement that remains, with witches and wizards that are older and more powerful than anyone in this room,” I pressed. I looked around at the elders. The anger that was on their faces was shifting into concern. “I have never faced a wizard as powerful as the man that is claiming to be Soxor. The dark magic that he wields is unnatural. It is a miracle that it hasn’t consumed h

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

I trusted him, and I knew he wouldn’t step out on me. They had these fancy yellow drinks at the big meeting in Marcus’ room, a mimoa? I didn’t know but they were delicious! Before I knew it, I’d had about four of those bad boys and I was feeling good. I really wanted to check out the hotel pool but I would have been way too self conscious down there with all those big fake boobs and huge booties flying around. Heath had a few things to work on so I wandered downstairs to some of the shops. Heath insisted I keep the money we won last night, even though it wasn’t my money we’d gambled with … and I eventually took it. I knew there was no point in arguing.

Witch Ciara gaped as that book slipped from her hands, her eyeballs were about to fall out of their sockets. “Y-YOU have done it alone! You channeled the hell fire back to its origin!” Madam Helena spread her arms on her sides and ascended in the air, a burst of that divine light almost blinded us as she announced. “And that dark wizard is dead as well.” The death of a dark servant? Blimey! My hands collided for clapping at this fortunate occasion for praising her openly. Our world was now freed from the fatal shadow of the darkness, this called for a great celebration.