Igor Karkaroff Novels & Stories

One stupid woman even said she would willingly give herself to him and make babies with him if he just gave her a glance. I also found out that he was the infamous Morgan Wright, the CEO of Wright Corporation and the heir to the Wright Empire. Before my uncle finished making his call, the whispers around me had already given me a vague impression of the handsome man, and I had also come to the conclusion; he was an arrogant jerk.

Being the most respected gamma in the pack, second in command to that cheating human— Karl. “Edgie.” I heard a familiar voice. This wasn’t Seraphine, this person was using my mate's voice to lure me in. “Come out and show yourself if you can't be afraid your head will be slipping blood any second from now.” I muttered but the person refused to come into light. I moved, I could sense Owen's footsteps from behind. The fact he became the third in command became a mystery to me.

Our first task was to find the Cartel's known contact point was a gambling den called The Broken Anchor, rumored to be frequented by the rogue elementalists and smugglers who dealt in arcane contraband. "The rogue wolf leader, the tactician, is named Roric," Zeva muttered, keeping her eyes scanning the crowds. "He runs the brute force and security. The human financier is Veria, she handles the money and the paperwork. And the disgraced mage, the one who handles the relics, is Carth."

“Soren stris, the dark wolven rises, and the realm falls.” “I did not catch your name male.” I cocked an eyebrow up, palming the hilt of the dagger in between my belt. “Derick, although the wolvens at the tavern know me as Rick.” Figured. “Who is Soren?” Derick shivered, his eyes shutting briefly. “Death.” A snort sounded at my right. “What do you take us for?” “I do not speak to you. I speak to the alpha heir.” “I won't repeat myself again,” I flipped the blade from my waist belt unto my hand, swirling it between my fingers. “Do not call me that.”

It didn't seem like him. ‎But, what would I know about him. ‎A lanky man walked out of the crowd, his face filled with bumps and bruises and purple patches. ‎"What are you here for, remind me again." ‎Gary's lips trembled before his words were formed. "I.. I'm working undercover for Oracle to threaten your seat and reputation in the hierarchy and I wanted to carry out fulltime assassinations in a girls high school and I broke into a branch of your organization and led the ki...killing of the men there, and... and.."

The eye drop, when ingested causes a serious case of diarrhoea. Am so going to love this. I can't quit this job but I can but I can get fired. Hehehe.... hehehh.... Hehehe... Okay, enough with the evil laugh. "Good morning Mr Xavier." I holler, knocking softly before walking in. That's the limit to my manner. "Do you have a case of knockingtopia?" Xavier voice booms. "What's that?" I ask confused taking a sit opposite him. Weird. I have never heard of that sickness before.

She smelt like him, but because of her dress, I couldn't see a mate mark, and he didn't have one because she was human. I swallowed hard, my mind reeling with all the possibilities of what could happen once that door opened. I was such an idiot to come into the office of Balor Bloodstone, The deadly one some called him. The unhinged sibling. The one who was so out of sorts that his parents sent him away to wreak havoc within the human realm. "Alora," Helga whispered in a warning. I could feel my magic stirring, the fear of getting taken and used just like my mother has told me repeatedly, sinking its claws into me. I squeezed my eyes shut as my breathing sped up.

he said softly yet everybody heard it loud and clear. “This Mythical creature is a karkadaan that represents our house, don't be deceived by my appearance. Just by the looks on your faces, I know that I do not have an imposing aura that a housemaster of such a creature should have, unlike the other housemaster. My strengths come from within. As your housemaster and Vice leader of this academy. I surprisingly hold the title of the second strongest vice leader after the headmaster”, “Many underestimate my appearance and challenge me, not knowing my full strength. Not just that, but our households have the least members, and yet we are the strongest. I am Arthur Kim, and I will bring you to a g

Harry Evermore was the forensics department's techno-geek. He was a wizard with anything related to computers and machines. He was tall, skinny with shoulder-length black hair and glasses. Likewise, he didn't need the glasses, though. He had a perfect vision, but they made him look nerdy. He was also a werewolf, an omega to be precise. “Harry, can you hook up the dashcam to my laptop?” asked Clara, the object of his affection. “We'll be able to see things a lot better on my screen.”

Was it really okay to put all his cards in with this boy? “The mark on his back is the blessing mark of a God, and by the looks of it, it’s a powerful one,” explained an elderly priest. One of the younger priests returned momentarily with a middle aged man with average features. His most defining trait were his droopy eyes that seemed to hide some of the mysteries of the universe. A nestor among his holy colleagues, the Oracle was an accomplished magic practitioner with a deep connection to the secular mana. Some say he had spoken directly to their patron God Hypnotite, although it is disputed. Nonetheless, the man was fully qualified to examine the prince. He approached the bed cautiously a