Igor Karkaroff Novels & Stories

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.

“What did he want?” Adolf asked Darius. Darius had returned from King Barroc’s carriage to join the other werewolves. Some of them had already gone back to their various homes but some were still around. Adolf couldn’t wait to ask his Alpha, Darius, what was going on. Even before King Barroc had introduced himself, Adolf had already recognized him because he carried a staff that was peculiar to him alone. Adolf could recognize that staff anywhere. He had never met Barroc before but his father had told him all about the ‘weird king’ because that is what Barroc was known as. Adolf’s father had even shown him pictures of the staff that king Barroc likes to carry around.

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?"

A dangerous smirk coming off from his lips. Lorcé Callora’s POV “It’s not working. Nothing’s happening. I give up!” I slumped on the chair and totally laid my back on the back rest. “Now, now. Stand up and try again, odd one. I have class this afternoon.” I am alone with the impatient Professor Kazar in an indoor training room. He is an Ignisian (fire mage) and the head of the Gremians personally helping me develop my ability.

The mage, Karl, entered the secret room. He’d watched his uncle, Rolo, one of the top experts in curses and necromancy, risk his sanity by taking chances with the unknown. They had taken Rolo into custody and were responding to treatment slowly, but it would be a long time before they could trust him to work again within his chosen field. He’d lost so much as the council’s representative for the Mage Faction. Now his cousin took up that Rolo’s mantel, and that left Karl floundering to make a name for himself within the University.

- Loki said. One of her boyfriends, they were talking, in their spare time, Mr. Kit Harrington was one of Ragnar Delphos' professors, businessman, psychopath, serial killer, as well as a professor, he was an occasional boyfriend, her personal psychologist, as well as a psychiatrist. from one of the clinics he finances and sends funds to, he spent most of his life practicing medicine, but he had problems, psychological, that he was facing moments of depression, in addition to his own demons.

He'd never felt guilty about losing Annatoria but, why now? His eyes anger-red and his jaws clevhed, he pronounced “I'll kill that bastard!" The wizard smiled widely, as though he was mocking Radolf. Not even the person Radolf’s most respected was ever going to save her from him. “I, Garcia, was the wizard who conducted the charm activation. I had one of our old relics become a duplicate of Annatoria's appearance so that Loreen could use it. I did it because you didn't deserve Annatoria, not because of Loreen!" His mind drifted back to the time the man confessed, unbothered.

“Like Dexter’s Laboratory?” “Ohhh, like the professor from Power Puff Girls?” Kara holds her hands to her mouth with excitement. “Oh my Goddess, no Kara. He means she’s gonna be like Professor Lupin. Except he was a lycan. I don’t care what they called him in that movie.” Katie crosses her arms in front of her and squints her eyes in an accusatory manner. “I should know. I used to have a regular who was a lycan. He was an asshole.”

"I am Charl Richter" were the words of the Wight King after having crushed the head of the Necromancer. "It's a pleasure, I'm Zark Ar Zathot ..." Zark himself started, then he continued with his companions "They are Keil, Nyos and Ingrid" The Wight King introduced as Charl nodded, then walked over to Ingrid; once he was close enough to her, Charl fell on one of her knees, under her head and pronounced "Thank you, you have freed me and for that I am grateful"

I must have been gaping for God knows how long, because he suddenly cleared his throat, snapping me out of my "trance" "Did you even hear a word of what I said?" He dramatically sighed and face palmed. I stood up from my crouching position and blinked twice, getting into my fighting stance. He merely turned his back to me, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "My name is Okiro. A warlock of the five white clans of Duna. An endangered specie and the one of the last of my kind... thanks to your father's good work." What the fuck now? I'm pretty sure my eyes were as big as saucers now.