Igor Karkaroff Novels & Stories

I saw the grin that swept his face the moment he tasted it. "You like it??" I whimpered. "Yeah!! It tastes really good." He mumbled as he took another sip of the coffee. "Umm, sorry I haven't even introduced myself properly to you." I apologized shortly. "It's totally fine!!" He muttered, saying no other word to me. "I'm Stefan Malfoy by name, one of the closest persons to Lucinda." I mumbled, in a lowly tone. "I'm Orpheus Duncan!!" He muttered as he smiled briefly.

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.

“ Is that what you think I’m doing? “ He asked as he swirled his drink before taking a sip. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion wondering what he was getting at. “ Take a drink, my dear, “ he said. Despite the term of endearment, he had used, I knew he mean it as an order. Everyone, even Nikolai, knew not to take his orders lightly. He was the most powerful don in Italy after all. I sipped a little of the sour liquid and grimaced when it touched my tongue. Still, I forced myself to swallow it. The fire that burned in my throat was almost unbearable. I coughed uncontrollably making him laugh, I gave him the middle finger and drank the water on the table. “ If it was another person, I would ha

Hades? "Yes, Your Highness?" "Gather the troops that previously harassed Professor Mark as well as our poisoned members and force Professor Mark to give them the potion. Take them to study." "Well. I will do it right now," Hades nodded in understanding, then walked away. "Your Majesty, I do not think you need to do that. I am just a dragon from low caste–" "And I do not fucking care with that bullshit of our dragon caste's rule and whatever they call it," Karl interjected. "Come with me. Do you still have some strength to walk with your own feet, Professor Mark?"

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

Jasper narrows his eyes at me, but decides not to bring up my thoughts. Instead, he says, "I will not stop until this deal is complete." "Do you know anything about Cyprian? Where he may be?" I ask, hating to bring up the name of the man behind the uprising. Cyprian. Young, strong and extremely manipulative. An outsider of the Love Pack born and raised. A rogue now. All these things are a dangerous concoction I don't want my beautiful mate witnessing. Unfortunately, my end of the deal must be upheld.

The authorities were baffled, struggling to contain the sudden surge of violent incidents. Amidst the chaos, a figure emerged from the shadows, watching with dark satisfaction. His name was Viktor Kessler, a disgraced scientist with a vendetta against the werewolf packs that had exiled him years ago. Armed with his twisted creations, he intended to unleash chaos upon those who had shunned his brilliance.

Darcel 'CognoScenti' is a person who 'Loves' perfume. That's definitely not me, for even though I am heading the Karwitz chain of perfumes, I don't care about the stuff, I only care about the business it makes. 'A pervert'

Somehow these unspoken messages hold more weight than those spoken aloud, and the effect that they have on me is greater than anything else. “Good thing he’s not the only one here in this cursed castle,” Karken seethes, spinning around and snatching my attention away from Khimaira’s face. “Unfortunately, Knox and Herb and Teon are here too,” I reluctantly stammer out. Karken laughs a mocking laugh that quickly fades away into an awkward silence as he waits for me to confess that I am joking. “They're nothing but Alden's mindless puppets, nothing more than his extensions that he uses to speak his thoughts and do his bidding.” He glides back to the chair and places his right hand menacingly on

Now, I fully couldn't go back on reading so I folded the book and stood. “Yes, my lord. I know how to read.” I answered, giving him a small smile. The sigil on his right chest is enough proof that he is a werewolf lord. That kind of sigil are the sigils given to lords/leaders of the pack. “Interesting. I was away from the palace for years that slaves can now read huh? Amazing changes.” He said, and I can see from his reaction that he is genuinely happy about it. Only that it is not true.