Marauders Harry Potter Series Novels & Stories

I asked. “It’s just a suggestion, Your Highness. But if they knew that you are now dating the most influential entrepreneur around the world, they must be doing their best to hide and clean all the evidence that they left,” he whispered. “But I’ll try to locate them, Your Highness, since the amount of the money they stole is huge and I can’t let them be happy while we are having a hard time because of the budget that they stole.” “Execute them right away, then burn their body using the gold fire,” I commanded. Gold flame differs from blue flame. The blue flame is for wizards while the gold flame is for werewolves that can kill them right away. For the vampires, it’s a silver flame.

Ard'al helped the boys up out of the trap door and tried to keep them from seeing the carnage that had destroyed their home. He knew that rogue werewolves were dangerous, but he never could have imagined that this one would kill so many people. This rogue was rare however because it had been an Alpha that had been beaten but not killed for his position. The first kill had been three weeks ago three villages over. The council had gotten word immediately of the killing and had sent him and his men out to investigate. Ten bodies later and it was finally over.

I wrinkled my nose then turned my attention back to the tv screen in front of me, although my brain was still thinking about Alex's words. Iris violets. Lycan. The first lineage of werewolves. Everything sounds crazy. 'Maybe I'm wrong." Alex exhaled and opened his eyes again, He looked at me with a half smile. "You are wrong Alex." I gave him a small nod then returned to staring blankly at the tv. ***

They were too great in numbers. The loud chattering of the curious crowd became silent as we saw our leader Bazaar Wharr accompanied by 7 of his strongest werewolf hunters. Werewolf hunters were the ones who search for werewolves and capture them so we can learn about their weaknesses. Over the years they have managed to find one weakness of them and that was metal or the piece of iron I saw within the werewolf boy I foolishly saved years ago. It can weaken and kill them if aimed at the right spot of their body. All eyes gazed upon Bazaar a 40-year-old white hair and dark eye man. He was in his armour with his sharp sword at his side. He was quite fit for his age and looked younger.

Ancient halls, cloaked figures in ceremonial robes, and faces bearing the same bloodline—hers—flashed before her eyes. Mara appeared then, stepping lightly into the room, her presence calm and dangerous all at once. She carried her usual arsenal: scrolls, ritual tools, and a quiet certainty that commanded respect. Her sharp gaze took in the pulsing shards, the shimmer of visions dancing across Zaria’s face.

I turned and saw them— dozens of assassins flooding the hall, witches behind them, and three massive shifters in front, their claws dripping black fire. I tightened my grip on my sword. There was no way I could beat all of them, not even if they were three of me. I didn’t know Nightbounds had such terrible-looking shifters in their custody. There’s more to them than I had imagined. “Maybel, now!” Mara yelled. “I can’t leave her!” I cried. “She’s out there hurt, maybe dying…” “Then you’ll die too!” Mara screamed, panic in her eyes. “I’m leaving!”

Aurora nodded, blades ready. Asmada Ezra let out a frustrated scream, summoning two more hybrid creatures from the treeline. They were grotesque, their bodies stitched together with dark spells and raw muscle. Draven and Aurora exchanged a look—an understanding passing between them without words. They moved as one. Draven charged the hybrids, slicing one down with a brutal swing of his sword. Blackened blood sprayed across the ground, sizzling where it landed. Aurora danced around the second, her blades flashing. She found the weak points—the stitched seams—and tore them apart with precise, lethal strikes.

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

He held his phone and watched the video all night long. The next morning, when he looked in the mirror, he saw a man who looked like a vagrant—unshaven, haggard, and lifeless. He stared at his own reflection and muttered bitterly, "You deserve this." … On the day of my wedding, all my college classmates showed up, including Tristan. At first, I was worried he would cause trouble again. I didn't want to be disturbed by him anymore. Even with my good temper, I couldn't stand being constantly tangled up in his drama.

“But vampires can.” Chapter 4 coming soon