Horcruxes List Novels & Stories

Erik rebated Croaker, looking at Professor McGonagall and starting to explain. "As I was saying, Horcruxes are soul anchors. Phylacteries. They were documented by a fool named Herpo. I say documented because the use of the items predate his works. He documented how to tear a piece of your own soul and how to bind it to an artifact, transforming it into a Horcrux. After the piece of soul is bound, the item becomes indestructible by normal means, and while the item exists, the main soul is bound to our plane. The Horcrux can also possess the item's user and suck his life force. If the life force is enough, the soul piece can then assume physical form, killing the host. I suspect that the girl

Specifically, on the tan sheet of paper the dead vampire had been studying so intently before I put a bullet in his leg. If he was willing to die for what was on that desk, I needed to know what it was. I strode over, stepping around the pooling blood, and snatched the paper up. I scanned the contents, expecting coordinates or intel. Instead, my confusion deepened. It was a list. A list of Witches. The names were familiar, high-profile targets and known entities under the Association’s surveillance. Witches who dwelled in the human realm.

--- GREYTECH Private Bunker – Lily’s War Room Far away, in a secure, black-glass chamber of the GREYTECH network, Lily’s team was finalizing preparations. Holographic maps shimmered across the room, casting light over faces set in grim determination. Witches, warlocks, Lycans, and rogue agents—all had answered her call. The insignia of her network gleamed on their armor: silver branches over twin moons, a symbol that had become synonymous with both fear and hope.

“ The ritual passed on to your kind from the earliest of days? That accursed ritual that births the next Paragon?” “ The very same,” the human slave said, a smile slowly crossing his face when he saw Hera’s fear. “ As you know, long before Abnormals of today took power here in Ocrad, it was known by a different name, Daikhana. Absalon, the one you call The Paragon, ruled over the ancient humans with an iron fist; after all, we humans are mere shards of Absalon. Of course, he was defeated and sealed away by the founders of your Abnormal villages. Sintar the Dragon, Augar the Giant, Rudoka the Kitsune, Azrez the Naga, Ivaura the Hydra, Koame the Anansi, Eterna the Phoenix, Raithea the Siren, M

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

The room falling into silence around us. My eyes drift to his, his fiery orbs seem to look into the depths of my soul, like he could read every secret, both dark and light that resides there. A knowing smile spread on his face, momentarily lighting his handsome face before his expression returned to one of casual indifference, as if they were only discussing the weather. He moves his gaze to rest on my uncle, before he whispers into my ear. “Perhaps you may be entitled to the role of Princess of the Underworld after all.” With his last words playing in her ears, he moves back to sit in his chair. Falling into conversation with the man sat next to Lucas, who I have now found out is Malphas, L

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He was awake, but his skin was a translucent grey, the violet veins beneath his surface flickering like dying embers. "I’m through the main encryption," Case said. His fingers danced across a keyboard that looked like it had been salvaged from a scrap heap. "Julian tried to wipe the servers from the tower, but the backup is sitting right here. It’s a decades-long ledger of every 'Subject' they ever bought." Lydia looked at the names scrolling by. Thousands of women. Most were listed as Deceased or Discontinued. She saw her own name at the very bottom. The entry was marked Omega Phase.

Sorcerer 1 (broken): “Three pieces… in the Hollow Choir’s vault beneath the Medical Arts Building. Two sealed in the blood of the last Strigoi King—Romania. Four hidden inside living hearts—your classmates. The final four…” He laughs through tears. “She kept those herself. You’ll have to cut them out of her chest.” I don’t flinch. Celeste: “Names of the four students.” He gives them. Two I barely know. Two I do. One is Remy’s little cousin, Lila. One is Seras’s robotics partner, Juno. The room goes very still. Remy’s growl is low enough to rattle bones.

"Lyra's just an ordinary Omega, she..." Elarah pulled out a silver, crescent-shaped pendant. It glowed with a mysterious light in the moonlight. "This is her royal sigil. She dropped it. Only those of Moonshadow royal blood can activate its power." The pendant pulsed faintly in her hand, and the ancient, majestic power it gave off made my wolf instincts want to submit. "Impossible..." I muttered. Elarah sneered. "And that viper, Seraphina. She set up 99 failed marking attempts. Every time she fainted, it was an act. And you, you fell for it every single time!"