Igor Karkaroff Novels & Stories

She watched as they went about their duties, noting down their schedules, the routes they took, and the people they interacted with. Meanwhile, Ardolf took a different approach. He reached out to his old contacts in the pack, hoping to find someone who was still loyal to him and willing to help. Eventually, he was able to make contact with a werewolf who had grown disillusioned with Luka's leadership and was willing to provide information. This werewolf was able to give Ardolf details about Luka's inner circle, including the names of his top allies and his closest advisors.

Fridolf scoffed as he sipped his wine. Dumbledore had returned to the office. He was now more interested in staying in the office than staying here. He wanted to stay close to Yifa and I knew that was his weakness and I never cared if they end up having multiple sex. All that mattered was me becoming the Mayor of Chicago someday and that was exactly what I was working on. It would make me so powerful and more influential both in the human world and werewolf packs. "What if Pep is already monitoring everyone who walks in and steps out of this place?? You know he had lot of secret weapons and the best tech guys who are demons in hacking into people's software and location." Fridolf snapped.

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

Looks: 5’7, White, brown round eyes, wrinkles, brown short hair always on a ponytail, slim. Family: Raphael Lockwood (boss, like a son) / Robert Smith (husband) / Isbella (Tammy) Smith (daughter) Friends: N/A Romeo Karkov (62) Job: Leader of the Russian mafia Raphael’s biggest enemy Personality: despicable, unfaithful, rude, dangerous, womaniser, disrespectful Looks: 5’7, White greasy hair, Fat, wrinkles, with uneven teeth. Scar on the right side of his face, green eyes.

Curiosity got the best of me and like a little child I tried to peek over Narissa’s shoulder, to see who this person was. Green Blue eyes stare back at me, his golden-honey hair slicked back, and his chin covered in a faint that cut nicely along his jawline forming into a smirk as I assessed him. Oliver freaking Steward… Boy, did he clean up good. When I saw him last a few hours ago he was covered in dirt, blood, and a whole heap of other stuff that I barely recognized him. The eyes, his eyes confuse me, I couldn’t place why they look so familiar before, maybe it’s the mate bond playing tricks on me, but his eyes, I know I’ve seen them before.

But I left. Fast. And the moment the door shut behind me, the façade cracked. My breaths came shallow, and my fingers trembled. Stronger than me. Stronger than any wolf I had ever touched. Not just powerful… Untouchable. “What the hell…?” I whispered. This wasn’t Xavier. This wasn’t Kai. This wasn’t even Lorenzo at his worst. This was something else entirely. Something I had not been prepared for. And for the first time in years…

With it, he could unlock the secrets of immortality, push the boundaries of life and cheat death, and ultimately bend the world to his will without being tainted by werewolf blood or a vampire's curse of getting burned by the sun. He turned to his trusted wizard, Jacques, who stood silently by the door. Jacques was a tall, imposing figure, with a sharp, calculating mind and a fierce loyalty to the Headmaster’s cause. There was no room for doubt in his eyes as he looked at his leader, waiting for his orders.

"I saw him at the gate this morning. He was watching the riders. He looks like a man who has decided how the year ends." I set the brush down. The click of the silver against the wood was the only sharp thing in the room. "He always looks like that. It's his primary setting." Kark reached out. He didn't ask. He laid his hand on the side of my neck, his thumb resting right over the pulse he knew was going too fast. His skin was rough, a map of callouses and old scars that caught on the fine lace of my collar. "He asked about Torin again," I whispered. I kept my eyes on his reflection, on the dark, feral hunger I could see gathering in his pupils. "He wants the official report from the eastern

He’s a male. The chat went wild. [What? A guy?] [So the Professor’s tastes are that wild?] I froze. Then, pure, overwhelming joy surged through me. Back when I was trying to save money, I’d bought secondhand access to the campus network using the seller’s existing account, and that seller really was a senior named Charlotte. I just never thought he was a rabbit beastman or a male. I sneaked a glance at Sarek’s face, his expression changing from shock to confusion. The moment he processed that Charlotte was male, his expression was as dark as a storm.