Novelas y relatos de Harry Potter Y El Legado Maldito

I rub my forehead vigorously, I think I'm starting to get sick, and it's all from that good for nothing potion...

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

“I can’t fight her. I can’t even touch her.” The Forgotten One lowered its head. “You must understand—she’s already raised an army. As we speak, they’ve launched an assault on Alpha Kieran’s pack. His people are falling. She’s using their blood for a dark spell, one powerful enough to break Merlin’s binding on Maledicta.” “What?” I gasped. “She’s trying to release Maledicta?” “If she succeeds, the world ends,” the creature said simply. “The spell requires werewolf blood—and Lena is hunting them. That’s why you must act now.”

And if the 20th generation of the Vakatow failed to bear a female firstborn, the curse would reach its zenith, condemning their soulmates to death. In her bid for revenge, Isolde inadvertently stumbled upon the secret of immortality. As she delved deeper into dark magic, she discovered a ritual that granted her eternal life, allowing her to witness the repercussions of her curse for generations to come. This revelation struck fear into the hearts of the realm's inhabitants, creating a legend that would be passed down through generations – the legend of the immortal witch who sought vengeance against the lycans.

Jared asked, as the constant mention of Henry brought him back to reality from his world of thought. "Henry went to see his mother so he would know what year she destroyed the darkhold. One of the most powerful magical books of all time. It's said that as you practice spells from it, it constantly feeds on your soul and possess it, making you crave for more and more power," Alfred replied.

"Alright... The remains of a dead otter... It was still so tiny. I took a guess that it was still a newborn when it died. I did not understand the idea behind all this. But after you mentioned about spells and charms, I think I start to get the idea..." . "Yeah... But what kind of dark magic do they use in this modern world? Even using a dead animal as their tool. Sick. Sick to the head. Sick to the mind." . "That's not all, Harry... There were also yellow, rotten teeth inside there. Precisely three pieces. It was so disgusting, I literally almost puked upon discovering it all." .

"Vador is in danger,I can feel it,Teleport us back to the royal house" "Now I see how Jadis was able to make the illusion spell so strong,she trapped the souls of some half blooded vampires in a box. They're aiding the power" Alanis said as they got into the royal house. "Come on. I'll enter first,if I need help I'll shout" "Yes my queen," Lord jack replied. "No," Vador screamed in pain as Vandora poured more holy water on him.

“Well, mate is the first option. However, since Muggles like you don’t understand the term, perhaps I can be your lover. Or how do you Yanks say it? Your man. I can be your man.” A choked laugh escapes my mouth at his use of the word muggles. “Wait a minute?” I say, stepping closer as I run a towel down my wet hair. “Are you quoting Harry Potter?” He shrugs his shoulders with a roguish grin. “Nevaeh made me watch all seven movies. They were quite brilliant.” I arch my brows with astonishment. The idea that Azazel has sat down for hours to watch the story of a young boy’s adventures in a wizarding school is almost ludicrous. Seeing my incredulous look, Azazel places his hands on my waist and

Mathias exclaimed, a hint of excitement and curiosity lacing his words. Mrs Fernanda's laughed echoed through the room as she started revealing the dark secrets. "You know nothing at all," she sneered mockingly, her tone filled with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "A child can't be different from her father, DIABLO (devil), VAMPIRA (vampire), HÍBRIDA (hybrid), ABOMINACIÓN (abomination). And she must die, or else she will bring death to us all, just like her father has been doing for generations."