Igor Karkaroff Novels & Stories

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.

He lost weight, his cheeks hollowed, and dark circles were etched under his eyes. He gasps for breath, extending his hand towards me, but I don't reach out to take it. Sitting at the edge of the bed, I maintain my composure and ask, "What's ailing you?" "Karma," he replies with a chuckle that transitions into a harsh cough. "Karkinos.” Karkinos is a sickness for werewolves that has no cure. No magic could heal it. It will eat your system until you die. “I deserve it for how I mistreated you."

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.

I say as I move from my desk towards the shelf, taking out my bottle of whiskey and heading towards him. “No one would believe your cock and bull stories. Today is the day you lose your power as the Pakhan of the Gusef family!” Igor says screaming as he turns to limp out of my office, leaving a trail of blood behind him. “Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. I understand that you are in pain, but if you ever disrespect me like that again, I will serve your head on a fucking plate to the captains.” I say as I squeeze my hands around his throat.

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

“Do you know where the safe is, Anton?” “Yeah. I even know the code. No one knew where it was except for Darius and me.” Anton said. “For the record, I never agreed with the women being murdered for some sexual deviant’s pleasure.” “No. You were just okay with making a profit off of them.” Jaxon said. “Who was the man with the white hair?” Anton shifted in his seat uncomfortably, “He is a strong wolf with special abilities to control people’s minds. His name is Ozul.”

The stress made my stomach turn and my hands became sweaty Someone hit the floor and we stopped "You are in the presence of His Majesty Romulus, the king of the werewolves and Jordan of all Jordan, the man with the staff announced I looked in front of me to see the king sitting on his royal throne, with his advisers or ministers sitting on both his sides "Enter your name and rank" commanded the same man "Herbert Henderson, Beta" "Karish Rinaldi, Jordan. "Stanlay Parker" I tried to sound confident because I had no rank

When they learned that the boss behind Lark and his group was Mr. George, Evan immediately had his men investigate the matter. But he was still not as efficient as Ivanka. Ivanka was reading the documents placed in front of her. Her gaze was still. Mr. George came from the Middle East and was connected with people from both sides of the law. Mr. George was a crazy man. He liked to use poison to control people, and he was obsessed with immortality. Rumor had it that he drank human blood and fed on their flesh!

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'