Igor Karkaroff Novels & Stories

“Because you’re stepping into something that will swallow you whole. This whole thing that you think you’re doing good for yourself, you are not. You are going to end up harming yourself more than you know.” Her brows drew together. “What are you talking about?” “There’s a man,” I said. “A wolf who goes by Lorenzo. At least, that was the last name I was given. He came to ‘help’ me once. Said he wanted to guide wolves like me, those pushed from their packs, those wrongfully named traitors.” I scoffed. “Turned out he was the real traitor.” Her breath hitched. “Lorenzo… D’Amaris?”

“I’m just the messenger. My boss is right behind you.” I spun around on the stool, ready to snap at whoever thought they could control my night. And then I froze. A pair of cold, piercing blue eyes stared straight at me. Unblinking. Unbothered. Ronan Cee Varkas. The eldest of the Varkas brothers. The one women whispered about like he was some kind of dark prince. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp features that looked carved from stone. He didn’t need to smile to command the room.

"Just tell me what you know about him and leave Emily out of it." Brown shrugged, then ruffled his hair the way Larry did. Andrew smirked, "He's Lerman Kivolsky, a sorcerer of the 57th order. He runs an underground fight club that uses feral or rogue werewolf kids till they drop dead. The champions are set free when they come of age their memories are wiped out of course but they turn out to be delinquents and end up dead or back in his care. It is a large network of hoodlums and wealthy sponsors. His location is unknown. It's like he vanished after the attack."

I gasped and looked around widely as Victor set me down inside a dim cozy study with definite dark academia vibes. I looked around in shock and tried in vain to fix my windswept hair, doing a double-take when I noticed an older man sitting in an oversized leather chair beside a fireplace. He was old enough to be completely grey and have age lines on his face, for werewolves that is an amazing accomplishment. I blinked a few times in surprise as I took in the room, the old man, Victor and a man who was leaning against a wooden desk. He was younger, a very tall man and I swear I knew him from somewhere. “Kara Ravenfield I presume.” The older man said as he walked forward and joined us in the m

Vador said to Aleister as they left the room. "Dark lord," Jadis bowed. "To what do I owe this honour," Vador said offering her a seat. Lady jadis was a white witch,she was the leader of the eastern empire.Vandora was her cousin and was sent by jadis with the approval of the council to watch Vador. Falling for the dark lord,Vandora refused to leave,she had called jadis earlier that day to inform her that the lord was having an affair with a human vampire in the royal house.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

She said as she gestured at a door on her right. I smiled at her and went in. “Sir, my name is Hazel and I was sent here by Markos for a job,” I stated. The man behind the desk was in a fitting suit and perfectly slicked back hair. He lifted his eyes to look at me and gave me a scornful look. You could see he thought of me like dirt on his shoes. If it had been a year ago when I had everything, he would have kissed the ground I walked on. I hadn’t realized how much people who weren’t financially stable were treated badly until I joined the club.

Especially his sharp brows and piercing eyes sent shivers down one's spine. Inspector Locker, named Cliff Locker, is responsible for monitoring the personnel and quality of the Imperial Dragon's operatives. He functions like an ancient inspector, assessing each of the Imperial Dragon's branches annually, making adjustments and assignments. He holds significant power. Cliff is known for his no-nonsense approach, often executing those who make mistakes on the spot and replacing them immediately.

Dory’s face turned pale. Uncle Kavan’s full name was Kavan Yggdrasill. He had always had a bad reputation. Not only was he greedy, but he also hit and scolded his subordinates. He was a very fierce man. It was terrible that he had set his sights on the rejuvenation pills.

Says Georgia, as she thumps the table with her fist. Georgia is the Exorcism Witch, she specializes in dark magic and is an expert when it comes to demons. "It would be the ritual of the sinful bones right?" Soureh confidently said. In her left eye, she glares at Karla like she did something wrong. Karla sits there and ignores her. "It should be," Georgia replied. "Whatever the reason is, we need to find out why he is here..." Hawking declares. "What are we going to do then?" Karla said. "To find out?"