Harry Potter The Unbreakable Vow Novels & Stories

Mom remarked, her brows knitted in frustration. "I'm with you, Mom. We will find Dad," I declared, my voice choked with sorrow. "But there's a problem—I'm bound by a magical contract to assist Elton in breaking the barrier to let him in. I want to refuse, but I can't." "I might have something that could help," Mom said, handing me a small vial. "It wasn't easy, but I managed to concoct this potion. It should dissolve the magical bind, so you won't be held back or suffer from uncontrollable powers if you break the contract."

Before he could answer, the darkness around them twisted. A new shape emerged, not Lorian. A tall, skeletal figure cloaked in ash and bone, its eyes deep black voids. Its mouth was sewn shut with vines but its voice still spoke, whispering through their minds. “You touched the vow,” it said. “Now you carry its curse.” Sarah grabbed John’s hand. “We’re done with the vows, we broke the crown.” “No,” the voice whispered. “You merely passed it on to him.” It pointed a long finger at John.

But a secret kept from the soul is a poison of its own. She looked back at Kael. "To save her, you must take the Vow of the Unspoken. You will carry the weight of her magic in your own veins. You will feel her fire, her hunger, and her madness. But you can never tell her. If the words of the bond are spoken while the seal is active, the spark will ignite and the explosion will level this mountain." I looked at Kael, my heart hammering. "Kael, no. You can't carry that. It’s too much for one person."

He bit his index finger hard until his nail broke off. “What the fuck are you doing?” Harlow gasped with his mouth open. Jack’s breath came in ragged bursts as he shook his head. “A blood oath. I’m not joking when I say I’ll be loyal to you until I die.” That night, Harlow and I watched as Jack spilled blood from his finger to create a blood oath circle. He would never betray us again and promised to stay loyal until death. The magical circle he made shimmered in silver and became a permanent tattoo on the wooden table.

Flora reassured me. "What do I fucking do before the bitch kills me?" "You can unbind her magic on you," Flora replied simply. Unbind her magic? How the hell was I supposed to do that? "Liberum Vinculum," Flora said. I recalled seeing the spell in the spell book. "Liberum Vinculum" was a spell to break free from invisible bonds. Though there were several other spells, I doubted I could remember them in my current state. I was grateful that Flora had paid attention while I was reading through the spell book.

"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and the Deathly Hallows * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy I unlocked the door and hold it open so the girls could get in. After having lunch and getting desserts with the girls, I felt bad for leaving Nat alone at home so we had cut our Christmas shopping short and gone home afterward.

He bellowed, "How could you do this to Riri? You've got some woman on the side and abandoned her!" Lionel pressed the jagged edge of the broken beer bottle against my neck.

“I, Chandler Andrew Parker take you Millie Wilson as my wife, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish you for the rest of my life, for better or for worse… till death do us part.” After Chandler placed the ring on her finger, it was her time to say her vow. “I, Millie Wilson take you Chandler Andrew Parker to be my husband…” She paused, swallowing hard and looking at Chandler. Her hand was trembling as she held the ring on the guy’s hand. “…and I will cherish you…” She wasn’t able to finish her sentence anymore, when a loud bang echoed inside the church.

“But like I said… I’m used to it. These wounds? They’ll fade in time. The bruises will vanish. But her need for violence—she’ll always find something new. Someone new.” Dorian looked up again, this time locking eyes with himself in the mirror. A bitter smile curled at the edge of his lips. “And when she does… maybe I’ll finally be gone by then.” The gates of the Aihara Estate loomed tall and imposing under the veil of night, their black ironwork twisted like serpents. Rows of sleek luxury cars lined the private road, glinting beneath the golden floodlights that illuminated the long drive toward the grand hall. Dorian stepped out of the matte black limousine, his posture straight despite the

Chapter 11 The Man Whose Name People Lower Their Voices For "The Whitfield numbers are wrong," Alexander said, not looking up from the tablet in his hand. It had been a heated discussion thirty seconds earlier, for the sake of a projection, two colleagues agreeing that it was preferable to argue with the man who built the model in the first place. All of it stopped as soon as Alexander spoke. Marcus Wren, head of acquisitions, flipped back through his printout so fast he almost tore a page. "The projections on page four_"