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I swallowed frantically, choking slightly on the sheer volume of his seed, but forcing it down my throat just as he demanded, tasting every single drop of his power over me. More of it spilled over my lips, leaking out the corners of my mouth and tracking down my chin, painting me in his mark just like he promised. Draco stood completely still for a long, agonizing moment, his chest heaving, his fingers slowly loosening their death grip on my hair. He let out a long, shuddering breath, looking down at me as I knelt there on the hard floor, breathless, tear-streaked, and thoroughly ruined.

The wind was loud and still violent and this wizard was not here for any kind bargain. Halomir stretched out his hand, wading it in the air, and she knew that no good thing was going to come out of this. She launched onto him and took him down. She was going to die, but not without a good fight first. She pinned him to the ground and loosed her fangs. Suddenly, he blew some powder in her eyes and she became blind momentarily.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Silver bullets rained on them and before they knew their numbers were reduced to half. “Create a shield, idiots!” The Dark Lord commanded. Soon, the witches cast a spell rendering our silver bullets useless. Our witches fought back and the shield was weakening but then the Dark Lord joined the game. With a single wave of the hand, he killed ten witches on our side. I had to stop him else he would kill all of them within minutes. I shifted to my dragon form and instructed Zarina to cloak me. I breathed fire in his direction but he turned at the right moment and used a spell to douse the fire.

That's when Uflyn and Orius realized that the cultivator in question was none other than the Dark Wizard. After more than 2 years of searching, Orius finally found the man responsible for his masters death. Although Uflyn begged him to stay, Orius refused to listen. He then went out to challenge the Dark Wizard. After searching for more than four months, Orius finally met the man. As soon as Orius saw the man he mercilessly attacked him with the most powerful move he had in his arsenal, the Divine Grace Palm. However, the Dark Wizard repelled the move easily and countered with his HellFire Fist. That was all it took to send Orius to meet his master in the afterlife.

Three phoenixes were created by the spell. The birds shot at them like a cannonball at once. “Run– run! A massive attack–” BOOOM! As a result, the wall of the museum was utterly destroyed. Disregarding the chaos, White dashed toward one of the wizards. She thrust the dagger toward the heart. Yet, that wizard evaded it skillfully. However, she ducked her body and twisted her belly up, and plunged the dagger into the enemy’s stomach. Splash! A second later, she pulled out the dagger and slashed his throat.

He softly said and chanted some inaudible spells which blinded the eyes of Voldemort and when he regained his sight they were gone. They were all gone! "Arghhhh!" Voldemort yelled with anger, turning back to human as he crashed weakly on the cold ground. The girl had really weaken him. . . . INTO THE WOODS. The woods reeked of blood as dead bodies layed lifelessly on the ground. The fight had been a great fight leaving Derek and Damon with few of their men on their side while the other team had Klaus and a fewer army and a young girl who shortly emerged from the woods.

With a sweep of his sword, the skeletons went into a million pieces. "What are you?" the wizard appeared from the darkness of the surrounding wall. He lifted up his arms; a large wooden staff shaped as a dragon, appeared in his hand. Albin rolled. The wizard casted a fireball, Albin made a shield with his hand. The fireball went in the opposite direction. The wizard moved, Albin casted a fireball. The wizard was slow to react. He fell to the floor. Albin walked forward, lifter his sword and with all his strength drew it through the wizard's chest. The tip of the sword went through the floor.

Yet he prepared himself to follow Moria’s plan, he trusts her after all. May Gaearandys be with us, he chanted in his mind. “Cancel!” he shouted and the board domain vanished. He poured all the remaining mana and strengthened his body with his aura. With the wind surrounding his blade he ran towards the battle of two great powers. Jumping up, he slashed his sword to the Grand Arch Wizard whose attention was all focused to Moria. The plan was not in vain, Harlequin successfully struck the Grand Arch Wizard, but it was not after the clashing powers died down that he saw the goddess of the wind holding in her hands the chain of destruction that was struck in her body.

As the clash between Oscar and Damian reached its peak, Oscar seized an opportunity to turn the tide in his favor. With a swift motion, he retrieved a gleaming, arcane wand from his side, its magical essence pulsating with power. With a determined glare, he aimed the wand at Damian, channeling his energy into a single spell. A burst of magical energy erupted from the wand, striking Damian with precision. The impact caused Damian to stagger, his movements faltering as the magic worked its way through his body. The disabling spell had taken effect, rendering him temporarily incapacitated and vulnerable.