Novel & Cerita Marauders Harry Potter Series

He pointed out a large davenport. I just nodded, and he started walking out of the house. I let myself sit on the couch and waited. After a few minutes of being comfortable on the settee, I heard footsteps outside and opened the door. I saw Alarick holding the lead rope of a sorrel horse. “What is with the horse?” “We’ll ride this horse,” he replied and hopped on. I nodded and sighed. I thought werewolves can run faster than horses?

I finally have enough courage to tell him, I've wanted to say that for months! "See what you're letting them do! They're getting in your head making you believe things that aren't true! Just like all those other people did remember, Tammy, my mother, Adam and Nicole!" He shouts listing all those poor people he murdered, I look down remembering every single situation "what did I do? I took care of them! I made them see that we were forever and no one could get in between us!" He shouts but I shake my head, he did the opposite to any of that.

Agents of the Guardians Of The Hex were in were searching tirelessly for one of their own who was missing, me. Yet they didn’t know where I was. “Sir we need to go to this Byron, We already have robo bugs following him why cant we go there and raid his place?” asked Mika who was already grown impatient of following orders.

I see lights behind my eyes and am about to take my last breath when the creatures lighten their hold on my neck to drag me forward by the scruff of my shirt. Marael’s expression is one of satisfaction when the creature tosses me hard against the stone, never freeing its grip from my neck. The harsh light of the hellish landscape’s sun reflects against the metallic surface of Marael’s ceremonial knife as he raises it above my chest. Chest heaving, I blink when I see the large ruby amulet around Marael’s neck. It’s Sahara’s amulet─the one she was searching for when she kidnapped the girls and me.

Screams echoed and died like broken birds. We split and hunted; the labyrinth chewed men like a mouth. I heard Kaine’s shout ahead and sprinted toward it. Voices braided into a frantic knot of flash and strike: Mara had turned, summoning spells like knives, and the whole place shuddered under the weight of her hate. We met in a white chamber, the walls carved with sigils that bled arcane light. She stood, still and beautiful and terrible, as if the world had been waiting to make a painting of her cruelty.

Ranulf draped his wing on his shoulder, and it seemed to relax him even more. "Come let us join Maven at his sanctuary, so we can finish this sooner. Then you can finally be free from your elders. He is waiting for us right now." Ranulf said getting up from his seat. We all went to Maven's and reach his minutes later. He was brewing a concoction in the cauldron. His greyish body and wings seemed to blend with the surrounding walls. "Maven, let our human witches in on your plan. Arkael, while you're here do you want to join me and hunt down some crawlers? Just leave the boring witching arrangements to Maven. He's more than capable." Ranulf said while caressing Rain's back.

The night was a maelstrom of chaos and conflict as we, along with the determined villagers, launched our assault on King Crowell’s forces. The city streets reverberated with the clash of swords, the thunder of magical spells, and the cries of battle. I fought alongside Cain, our magic entwined in a deadly dance, as we pushed back the enemy forces.

Harper giggled loudly, waving her tiny hands in the air. Jade, who felt like she had just survived a building collapse, stood frozen. She stuttered out, “Hi… hi, Mara… good morning.” “Oh, Jade, I’m so sorry for not coming again the other day, my car has been bad. I finally got it fixed this morning and drove straight here! I needed to see my favorite girls.” “It’s okay… hope you’ve fixed it?” Jade managed, clutching the empty space where Harper had been. “Yes… I think I just need to save up to get a new one soon. But right now, I need something to eat,” Mara announced, setting Harper down carefully on the living room floor before turning and stepping toward the kitchen.

"You're too weak. We'll find him. But not if we're dead." He knew I was right. Hated it, but knew it. "Fall back!" Mara shouted, landing a solid kick to Draven's chest that sent him crashing into the wall. "Everyone out! Now!" The warriors retreated in organized chaos, covering each other as they went. Mara was the last one out, and just as she cleared the doorway, she threw something back into the room. An explosive. "Run!" she yelled. We ran. The explosion rocked the building. Fire bloomed behind us, consuming the corridor. Heat scorched my back as we sprinted through twisting passages, following Mara's lead.

Aldrich's POV I had been busy with trying to finalise the acquisition of the bar where I met Mara yesternight when my wolf started becoming restless and even my chest twisted painfully. I had disregarded it as nothing, until my wolf echoed that Mara was in danger. I didn't waste time. Me and my BlueMoon Reapers MC rode here on our power bikes and here we are, standing in front of the modest mansion that Evander told me belonged to the Hartwells.