How Did Dumbledore Get The Resurrection Stone

In a world of wars and betrayals, a world of racism and injustice, a world that applies the law of the jungle, a world ruled by force, only the strong write history. Religions and beliefs multiplied, and there were many gods, each sect believes in the god it deems powerful. The strong been worshiped and the weak waits for someone to protect him ,All this has produced for us one belief that has become one of the pillars in all religions. Most religions adopt the idea of ​​the "Savior", which claims in short that the world will remain full of evil and corruption until the appearance of the "Savior" who will fill the earth with justice and equity... Perhaps our problem on this earth is that most people are waiting for someone to come to fix their societies, instead of doing it. This is the story of the man who came from the western land and became the "Savior" only to destroy this belief. The man who thirsts for power reached its highest levels, and there he found the absolute truth behind what is called good and evil. How did he transform from a hero and king looking for justice to a man thirsting for power and revenge, from an innocent man to a man who might stain his fists with the blood of the gods if necessary, from a weak man to a man who rules the heavens and what is below.

You know those stories where the hot, popular guy and his friends mostly ignore, but also sometimes make fun of the nerdy girl who walks the halls. That is, until she disappears and comes back all transformed into a bombshell ready to take her revenge. Well, I'm the popular guy everyone wants and wants to be. The guy who is supposed to be the king of everything and dates the hottest girl in school, who, of course, also happens to be the head cheerleader. And you know that nerdy girl I mentioned, before the whole transformation-revenge part? Well…she's actually my best friend and I've been in love with her since the second grade.

My secretary replaced me on my wedding day, walking down the aisle in a white wedding gown. The man I had loved for ten years threw the bridesmaid dress in my face and ordered me to wear it instead. "She is the bride now. You'll be next," he said coldly. My grandmother was so furious that she fell ill on the spot. Meanwhile, he and the secretary smiled brightly as they completed the wedding ceremony. After the grand wedding, the secretary posted photos of herself in her wedding gown on social media. The comments were overwhelmingly congratulatory. [Today is such a beautiful day, I finally got what I wanted. I hope those who try to ruin someone else's relationship will wake up soon.] She wrote. Chester Morrison replied to her post: [It is a great day. Don't ruin your good mood by some trash.] When I returned home, holding my grandmother's photo, who had passed away, I found them tangled together on the bedspread my grandmother had lovingly sewn for me, the one with a pair of Swan that symbolizes eternal love.

In book four of the series, the pack faces an unknown enemy. One that threatens to destroy the pack and the lives of the Alpha's best friend. Mya, the Alpha's second and best friend, fights the loss of her mate, as the person responsible, threatens to take more from her. The pack faces an enemy they haven't seen before and one that seems stronger than any problem they'd ever faced. With the help of old friends and some old enemies, they race against the clock to find and destroy an enemy of the pack. When one of their own is taken, the race against time becomes more important than ever. Will they find the person responsible for so much pain caused to the pack, or will she finally be the one that destroys the Silver Moon pack? Love and friendship have always been their greatest strength, will this time be the one time that it is the pack's downfall?

All is fair in love and war. Especially with Lady Nox's twin daughters; Seraphina and Sephora are about to turn 18. As nobility of the Raven Clan of Harpies, they must do their duty and secure a match. Eligible bachelors from other Harpy Clans will be arriving. Once bound to be betrothed, it will

Rose Angles was minding her business in the secret shifter town, Mayes Grove. Her father, Russell Angles, the town’s Peacekeeper, and the feared Alpha of the Hollow Wood Pack, lives by his reputation and his daughter was an enormous embarrassment to him. If he could he’d never had her. Rose plans to leave are going just fine, until rumours of a rogue pack coming to town and they were causing quite a stir with their plans to settle there. When she met their alpha, a wolf she suddenly wants to climb like a tree. He’s the one, and all her plans go out the window. Rose’s instincts are in overdrive as her father goes to war with her fated mate. Tyler Randell, Alpha of the Shadow Pack, just delisted from the military along with his pack. He’s back in the town where he was driven from as a pup. Where he watched his parents murdered for control of his pack. The Hollow Wood Pack is rightfully his and he’s returned to reclaim it. Ty’s got plans to steal the pack from Russell Angles with little to no bloodshed. Mayes Grove is in for a shake up, and Rose Angles is the linchpin. Can Rose find a better life? Will there be war between the Hollow Wood and Shadow Packs? Can the troubled town of Mayes Grove survive the violence? What are Ty’s plans for the enticing Rose? Welcome to Mayes Grove, hunker down and mind your manners at all times. The fur’s flying and claws are slashing. And that’s just in the bedroom.

Gabriel Russo had been born under a dark cloud. He knew his history like the back of his hand; his mother made sure of that. He knew what blood ran through his veins and what it meant. He also knew that there were some with that same blood who would kill him if they could. Born the product of a horrible act inflicted upon his mother by one of the Ricci brothers, now the adopted son of another very powerful family, he's the heir to two of the most powerful Familias in the West.The Life The Beginning is created by Jordan Silver, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

On my twenty-third birthday, my brother, Zackary Dixon, became the wealthiest man in the country. He threw a grand birthday party for the nanny's daughter, saying that she would be the Dixon family's favorite. At the same time, something went wrong with my artificial heart. I couldn't find a suitable one, only one month left in my life. Due to the torture of illness and great pressure, I had no choice but to call him. Hearing my cough, he coldly said, "At that time, you were afraid to get involved, and now you regret it?" My throat was sore. I stared at his expressionless face through the phone and laughed bitterly. "Zackary, three hundred thousand dollars is no big deal to you. Help me, OK?" Zackary sneered. I could hear his warm voice comforting Lillianna, "Voice phishing. It's fine." Of course, he was fine, because his sound beating heart was mine.

In the remote Arctic, where the nights stretch for months and air crackles with ancient magic, werewolf packs emerge breathing life into the cursed cold. With time, humans migrate, sharing an uneasy harmony with the pack. Fiona Ashford grows up with soon-to-be alpha Jason Frostwood and is ready to stand beside him to usher in the new era and bind the two powerful packs. Two nights before the wedding, she learns of his infatuation with Lena, a human girl. She is too late to intervene and it culminates in a public rejection that shatters her world. While Jason faces the wrath of his pack and the terrifying possibility of losing everything for a love that society deems forbidden, Fiona must navigate her shattered heart while wrestling with the idea of punishing Lena for Jason's betrayal.

At a dinner party, my genius painter of a husband, Henry Shepherd, used his hands, hands insured for millions, to shell crabs for his young assistant, Tamara Lee. This was all to coax her into eating a few bites when she claimed she had no appetite. Meanwhile, I drank myself into a bloody mess, trying to secure investments for him. When I asked him to hand me some antacids, he refused without even looking up. “These hands are for painting. Use your own.” For ten years, he couldn’t even be bothered to change the way he treated me. That night, as I sobered up in the cold wind, I asked my lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. "Henry, in this vast, chaotic world, our paths end here," I said inwardly