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He is also helping my family. He is just mysterious. Yes! Not bad but mysterious. That's okay! There is no good reason to make him the villain of my story. Just then, Daniel's phone buzzed that disturbed my train of thoughts. Who is calling him at this hour of time? I could feel him sitting straight on bed to receive the call. "I told you to not call me at home," he said in a low voice, sounding mad. "Okay" he said next. "I cannot give you the details right now. No, you cannot burn him alive. Wait for my instructions" he muttered through gritted teeth.

"Shit, I don't even know what I'm trying to say anymore. Sorry." Up to now, I didn't know the full story behind her most traumatic breakup or even the identity of her ex-girlfriend (from hell)... Like before our emotional conversation in 'Stanley's Park,' I'd believed there was nothing about her anymore that I didn't know. But I guessed everyone had people from their past they'd rather never mention again. Bluntly put though, I didn't care about who her 'Voldemort ex' was. Because all that mattered to me was mending the wounds that 'She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named' had left behind years ago.

"He created the bracelet you wore—the gift you believed came from your parents." My mind raced, and only one name surfaced. No other witches or wizards could compare to him, but he had died years ago. Could it be the same person? "Vito..." The name slipped from my lips, sending an icy shiver down my spine. "That's correct," Asena replied. "Him..." He was the wizard whose name was never spoken among the packs; his very name was synonymous with pure evil, not just the chaos he had wrought. How did I know so much about him? His name was never mentioned in Black Home.

His eyebrows jumped up. “Holy sh–” “Don’t swear.” “Who the f–” “Don’t swear,” “Who the HELL sent you this!” Ms. Evans shot them a look. Lucas smiled at her. “Ms. Evans we were discussing about the depth of Neville Longbottom’s courage when he told Voldemort that he’d join them when HELL freezes over.” Ms. Evans’ eyes lit up. “Yes, of course! Neville Longbottom is an exemplary–” Zehra shook her head at Lucas, smiling.

The combination of all that creates an uncertainty that anyone needs to be aware of, no matter if the owner is trained from the very beginning. INDICENT and its ranks would have executed Bara from the very first birth had her parents not kept it a secret. On the other hand, Hugo did not dare to open his mouth about Bara other than he boasted to all the immortals that he would control a holy-blooded immortal who had been born into this world. If he says the name of the owner, INDICENT will immediately kill the girl and Hugo's dream is over. The owner of holy blood usually already possessed considerable strength, but the red moon was a blessing from the God of Hate that would turn that chastit

“I like nap. But only if nobody says I have to.” Theo let out a low laugh. “You really went and made two humans who are the perfect combination of every annoying thing in your genetics.” I shot him a look. “Excuse you? Those blue eyes and that steel jaw are not from me, thanks.” Theo went quiet for a beat, something flickering in his eyes. That name we never said out loud, but that always hung there like a shadow in the corner of the room, slipped between us for a second. Italian Voldemort.

Stefan bowed down his head before chanting a spell with the use of his wand. "Vengeful wand of sorrows, listen to my plea. Help us hide our identity. Viamoeste viosle!" he chanted. A dark smoke appeared and slowly it formed into papers containing their new identities. Prince Zion take over the identity of the prince of the fallen kingdom of Etheor, one of the four kingdoms in the mortal world.

Vladimir replied and look Mort straight in the eye with enough courage. "Enough with the nonsensical stuff. How about we talk about your unnamed weapon?" Vladimir said looking at Mort. With eyes that appear cold, dead, and flat, the hunk didn't respond to his question. Arms folded on his broad chest and legs crossed, Mort was just staring at the person in front of him, barely able to meet his penetrating gaze. Vladimir diverted his gaze to the syringe in his hand that contained fluid. Mort's new weapon Vladimir failed to name the undiscovered element.

She felt a sharp pain in her rib cage as she tried to pull herself up. “Your father must have said alot about me… Oh! He didn't? Allow me introduce myself. The greatest wizard, sixth order of the Phoenix, Pablo Martinez, but You Call me Master. Your kind is not worthy of my name”, he bragged. The strong smoke from his pipe coupled with the effect of the impact made her dizzy as he hovered rotationally around her. She regretted not obeying her father, but she also couldn't watch him die cheaply, in the hands of a power-hungry lunatic.

He must've been someone important because she could already tell he was someone powerful. "Pardon me, I did not introduce myself. My name is Rimidal V. Bram. As you have already discovered, I am the man that made Rodrick into who he is now," Rimidal introduced himself. Charlotte lifted her eyes for a moment up to him and caught him returning to his full height from a bow. When he caught her looking at him again, he smiled at her and forced her stare back down at her plate. She had never heard of a vampire by that name. But if he was the vampire who turned Lord Hunt, then there was no doubt that he had to be much older than Lord Hunt. Which would explain why he seemed to be so intimidating, a