How Did Dumbledore Defeat Grindelwald Novels & Stories

“As you dealt with her father, so must you deal with her. She will heed. She will bend. It is not so difficult, is it?” The words froze me in place. Father. My father. They were speaking of me. “There is… a problem, Mistress,” Tremaine admitted. “What problem?” “I cannot bewitch her.” The silence that followed was worse than the words. Then the voice snarled, sharp enough to rattle the glass. “Impossible. Only one thing could render our spells useless. Are you telling me she has the stone?” The stone. My stone. My hand flew to the hidden necklace in the drawer below, as if the voice might reach through walls and seize it.

I closed my eyes and command the golden wand to appear before me, opening my eyes, it was in front of me, shining. I gripped it and attacked her, but she was clever to dodge the spells and attacks. She came towards me and choked me again, trying hard to take the wand from my hand. Tears started running down and I saw Dekker and Lucifer got Priam and Brad too. Was I defeated? Is this is the end? I closed my eyes in fear before whispering-" I love you". Just when she was about to attack the final to kill me, a strong spell hit her from the back. I fell as looked at it that way with a panic face, and my eyes widened when I saw Mr. Ben Dunnie standing there with his wand ready at her.

My back pressed against the unforgiving wall as his hands closed around my throat, cutting off my breath. Summoning every ounce of strength I possessed, I unleashed my final spell, a surge of mystical energy coursing through his veins. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he staggered backward, gasping for air. Seizing the moment, I swiftly delivered a devastating kick to his head, sending him crashing to the ground. A surge of satisfaction flooded my being as I surveyed my defeated opponent.

This attack was Talia’s answer. Instantly, Merlin’s face was grim. Clicking his tongue, he felt that it was a loss to kill the woman before him without tasting it first—he felt it was a pity from the bottom of his perverted heart. “You made your choice. Don’t you beg me later on!” Through gritted teeth, Merlin finally swung the Scepter of Vardur. This time, the wraith flames did not come out. Instead, a black-colored flame appeared between Merlin and Talia.

Marcus's claws tore through her defenses, leaving deep wounds that oozed with dark magic. Edna's silver dagger found its mark, severing the ties that bound Felicity to her malevolent power. And Amelia, harnessing the raw forces of nature, unleashed a devastating blast of energy, imbued with the essence of light and purity. Felicity let out a blood-curdling scream as the combined assault overwhelmed her. Her body convulsed, the remnants of her dark magic crumbling away. In one final burst of light, the witch's form disintegrated, leaving nothing but a shadowy mist that dissipated into the air.

He leaps into the air, defying gravity, his claws extended to strike. Time seems to slow down as I watch the scene unfold. Adam’s claws make contact with the witch leader’s body, and with a swift motion, her head is severed from her shoulders. The air fills with a spine-chilling scream as her body falls lifelessly to the ground, while Adam lands with a dramatic pose, the epitome of strength and triumph. The spell dissipates into thin air, leaving behind only whispers of its former potency. The winds calm, and the night regains its stillness. Adam and I stand in the aftermath, the gravity of the moment sinking in.

Their elemental magic exploded around them, creating a whirlwind of destruction that tore through the enemy ranks. The dark sorcerer, caught off guard, raised his hands in defense, trying to counter the incoming magic. But it was too late. Sable and Jericho's combined efforts finally broke the spell, and the dark energy dissipated into nothingness. With a final, furious cry, the dark sorcerer plummeted to the ground, defeated. Our packmates cheered, their victory cry echoing throughout the battlefield. As the dust settled and the sound of celebration filled the air, we surveyed the damage. The battle had been fierce, and many had fallen, but our pack had triumphed once again.

The dark sorcerer began to squirm like a long snake. He had thought the blade would be powerless against him. The dark sorcerer would counter-attack after that and summon the legendary Flame of Destruction to burn those three strange infiltrators to death. Unfortunately, things did not work out the way he planned. Greedy Wolf slashed him at the waist. The dark sorcerer was like a deflated balloon as his black robe fell to the ground. The black silk covering him fell as well, and black smoke wafted from it. His eyes were the only two bright spots left.