Marauders Harry Potter Series Novelas e Histórias

He felt the adrenaline coursing through his veins and he gave a shout. Without waiting for them to get close, he ran forward. His sword stopped the attack of the first man and cut through the abdomen of the other before bringing the hilt of the sword hard against his temple and drawing blood, the man fell. From the corner of his eyes he saw Mariam fighting forward, she and the other girls having worn the same outfit as their attackers made it a bit hard for him to distinguish them from all the chaos and the only thing that made them stand out from the assassins was the fact that they had left their hairs exposed and tied in a ponytail.

Monolith’s death—guard her, kill! Mara moved right, cropped black hair glinting under a hood, brown eyes fierce, dagger drawn, its blade gleaming, palm scar raw but steady. Her leather tunic was slashed, arm bandage tight, guilt over Milo fueling her rage, Jasper’s warmth her root, Sam’s trust her blade. The iron scent choked her, runes’ hum a taunt, the monolith a target. Ember, her wolf, growled, fiery, tail lashing. She’s pack, Mara. Blood binds—cut, guard!

He was given another room Mara had to swear was dustier than the desert wind. She decided that she would start upon herself the quest to make the castle look less haunted. On the outlook, it was a great place that must have had so much magnificence, but lately, the signs of the area not being cared for made it look old and haunted. Mara decided that she would change all that. Sebastian had lost all his pack, almost save for his brother and three others. She also came to find that Maria was actually a werewolf but had yet to transform as she was only fifteen, which meant it should be happening to her the following year.

“I need answers. Tell me who they were.” “I don't know how to explain it,” she began in a scared voice. “You probably won’t even believe me.” “Try me,” Damon whispered. Mara drew in a deep breath, and she pulled up the blanket on the bed to wrap it around her shoulders. “They were hunters. Werewolf hunters…They call themselves Vortex.” Damon frowned. The name sounded so weird and unfamiliar to him. “I’ve heard of hunters, but I've never heard of this VORTEX.”

I fling my hand up, power ripping through me in a blue-white arc. The rogue is yanked backwards by an invisible force, thrown clear into a tree with a sickening crunch. The air smells of ozone and burnt fur. For a moment, silence. Rowan’s eyes find mine—shock, terror, wonder. Then the battle roars back. I hurl another spell—blinding light, pushing the rogues back. Mara, Fen, Bram and I fight as one, a line holding the pack together. The remaining rogues, wild with sickness and flame, turn and scatter into the woods, chased by Rowan’s enraged howl.

“I really don’t.” I studied her for a moment longer, letting her words sink in. “You’re making the wrong choice.” “I’ve made too many right ones already,” she said. I clenched my fists. “You think Hazel will just go away if we leave her alone? No, Mara. She’s dangerous. She’ll destroy everything if we let her.” Mara shook her head slowly. “I don’t think you understand. Hazel isn’t the enemy. She’s not some rogue. She’s a wolf.”

Aaron asked. "We conquer another territory." Miram suggested. "And what territory do you propose we attack?" "The shadow pack." Miram replied. Mia's eyes grew wide and she mistakenly dropped the cup she had in her hand. All eyes landed on her. "Must you attack another pack and invade their territory?" She asked with a shaky voice. "And who told you that you could butt into matters concerning this pack?" Miram asked rudely. "I mean, there can be another way. You don't have to spill blood to get the materials that you require." Mia continued, now feeling determined to pass her points through to Aaron who just started emotionlessly at her.

Being a true blood meant the young alpha was not only stronger, he was faster more articulate with heightened sense, and healed faster than anyone else and by the age of 20, the young true blood excelled and was granted the title General. Currently, Daniel was in his room shrouded in an eerie silence, only the soft sound of chirping crickets could be heard. Daniel had his eyes fixed on a distant point as he let out a deep sigh. His chest rose and fell with the slow, frustrated breath, his shoulders sagging slightly under the weight of his own annoyance. He rubbed his temples, as he felt the tension build up in his head. Who was that lady? Why did she have such a powerful effect on him? He co

It's partially because of that, and also, everything would come to ruin if it were true, so, I can't even consider that possibility. I pick at my fingers, "Let's dead it Odette. The conclusion is, we decided to teach them a lesson. We were both mad at Marco and Serena, sick of them disrespecting us, so we, or rather I was in my villain era, I wasn't thinking of the implications or consequences. I was selfish, I'm sorry." "Well girl, if anything I should be thanking you," she sighs. "Why?"

"Oh yes, I forgot. You're a seer." "I'm not a...oh well...never mind..." Cassandra tried not to roll her eyes. She had had enough of this world and was desperate to find somewhere familiar even if it was a place where she had to put up with her seed-eating aunt and uncle. A long walk later, the sorceress stopped them. "Wait," she said and turned to the wall where two large marble statues stood about ten feet tall. They were of a bird with the head and torso of a maiden called the Sirins. Cassandra knew them from her literature class in Eastern Slavic folklore.