Harry Potter Y Las Reliquias De La Muerte の小説・ストーリー

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

he commenced the recollection and immediately my head began to pound, heavy thumps at each interval as well as a dizzy feeling enveloping me. "Two friends seeking to mastermind the most perfect crime mankind has ever known. To create a replica of the sun was it?" He continued, his eyes looking up to the sky in ridicule and a furtive and devious laugh, following seconds after. "You aren't Davison, who told you about all this. Was it Crystal?" I asked, my tone anxious, shifting my stance from one foot to the other with my hands rubbing the back of my head at every second. "Ahh Crystal Young, I wonder what you saw in her, had a taste and it was to be particular, bland," he said while pursing hi

Covering the fingers should be enough for this spell. “Khambasa ga saori.” The revelation spell. A green smoke billowed from where the seal was and I watched as it swirled upwards and formed the image of a little girl. Games, games, games. The devil likes to play games. I smirked. There were plenty of devils in this world, but only two came to mind that was this infuriating. This is either Sufians’ doing... or Nailah's. The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth. Sabrina’s not that experienced in infusing magic yet, so it can’t be her.

The cathedral waited beneath the old district like a buried secret. Abandoned aboveground. Alive underneath. Cassian led me through crumbling stairways into cavernous stone halls lit entirely by candles. Ancient murals watched from cracked ceilings, saints with ruined faces staring down over shelves lined with sealed blood flasks. Communion for monsters. I stopped walking. “No.” My voice echoed weakly through the chamber. Cassian removed his gloves with precise movements. “Sit.” “That’s blood.” “Yes.” “I’m not drinking that.” “You will.” Something cold moved through his tone then. Not cruelty.

Her father and from the first loop’s sin and lust that Pauleen took and rivaling her only sister. “Honey will help us and through her, we will meet that person that has the key to unlock the lost memories of your sister. Once we meet him, it will all fall easy and without flaws, for Christopher is the kind of cunning person that is more than willing to do some dealings.” “I see.” “For a while just be patient and wait for me to be done. Besides this will not take that long. I just have to place this final item.” The book of death is the world that is created to conceal and at the same time break a soul loose. The third shard is the final piece. The book of Dylan.

Are you sure I can revive her completely, because I am smelling something pretty rotten," I mumbled sourly and covered my nose. He glared at me and entered the hut. He walked back out and tossed me a small book. "Read that first, while I gather the herbs we'll need," he said softly and headed into the greenery still naked. I opened the tiny book and was surprised by seeing sanskrit. It had been a very long time since I'd read the ancient script but it was coming back to me. I had to focus my light on the being I was wanting to bring back. I also had to offer a promise or gift to the Death God holding the soul, normally the one requesting the revival was the one responsible for payment. So Uk

When Xyla saw her master’s facial expression, she knew that this thing was not as simple as it seemed. “Indeed, it is the Soul Devouring Potion. I didn’t think I’d still be able to see it in this lifetime. This thing originated from Memphis’ King of Poison, Sorax. It’s an ultimate technique that’s unique to him, and he never shared it with anyone else. Ten years ago, when Sorax died, this has supposedly disappeared from the world along with him,” Ron said truthfully. After saying that, Ron slowly closed the lid and put the bottle back on the coffee table.

Having the content transferred into the syringe he placed the bottle aside and stroked Zander's skin above his heart. "I was reading it as a story book until I came to the last entry of his diary that he made seven days before his death. It was about Monkshood elixir— A potion of revival that can bring deads to life at consumption. It's described as a powerful elixir that would work on anyone. Even on animals. Only... It's effective when used within twenty-four hours of the being's demise.