Members Of Dumbledore's Army Novels & Stories

"How...how did you do that? What of the citizens?" "Oh, it's the old cloaking spell. Margaret, Dolores, and Lord Wellington never left the dungeon. I used a cloaking spell to make a few friends of mine look like them. They're disciples of the Ashen Brotherhood, the only ones willing to help and they were the ones that left the castle's not Margaret and the others.” "The Ashen Brotherhood?" I haven't heard of that before.

“Your people are coming to support you.” I bit my lip and my eyes filled. My chest felt tight, but it was a good tightness. My tears wet my cheeks, whisked away by the wind. “That is good news.” “Look,” Daerton exclaimed pointing to the horizon, and I could see wagons, and the glint of armour, cattle and horses, and people on foot. “If that isn’t some of them, I’ll jump from Aurien’s back right now,” the warlock declared. “From the looks of it, I’d say knights-errant, and younger sons seeking glory, burly peasant lads hoping to gain entry into the armed forces, as well as camp followers…”

For my wife's sake. Footsteps could be heard down the corridor, the heavy thumping of the metal harnesses clanking against the leather straps that held their armour together. The thudding was rhythmical, the Dark Elf army had fallen under Selmor’s spell, like hollow vessels, following only their masters orders. “Selmor.” They announced like a chant, all their similar voices joined together.

The moment it did, a vengeful army charged into the land of snow that used to be their home searching for the culprit. Eloise and her team were in an attack formation waiting for them to arrive. They would not leave this place without everyone they came for and without getting revenge on those that had hurt them. Thousands of mages surrounded the twenty mages standing on the top of a wide-body void coach. The elders were taken aback to see the small team of youngsters looking at them like a hunter would their prey. All twenty people turned slowly transparent and disappeared before their very eyes. In their place stood an older man with long purple hair holding a long Warhammer in his hand an

Suddenly her brother's body turned green and went up in flames. "No," she cried in a voice mixed with sadness and relief."What's happening?" "Who is she" Vador asked staring at the little damsel.She was beautiful,he thought,her eyes were green and her hair red . She was dressed in a short red gown that made her look like a real damsel. "She must be the daughter of Francis,the council's secretary," Aleister replied. "And who are you," Ava spat. "Let's just say your worst nightmare. I'm the dark lord"

Covering myself up, I sat back down, choosing the furthest spot from him. He took off his t-shirt and threw it at me before he looked away. Gritting my teeth, took off the tattered remains of my top and I wore Dimitri's. Another hour passed in silence and pain for me before the entrance door opened. It was Dumbledore 2.0. But this time he was alone, his side bitches missing. He quickly began opening up Anna's door. Thank Goddess witches aren't affected by heat. Because I would have killed him. I really would have.

The next morning, while the happy throuple are sleeping in, Zak, Diego, Karamea, Liam, Sandra, and I make our ways to the dungeons. There are several members of the former Cancer, Lycaon, and Mene packs, along with the previous members of the M**i packs and rouges that had actively fought against us and we had imprisoned them, at least until the war is over.

It was his most skillful elite force and officers that he had trusted for over a couple of decades. The upper grand is composed of six strong and skillful paladins; Silver, Winter, Walter, Aetos, Lupus and Albedo. While the lower grand is composed of the high-ranking soldiers and mages; Hamlet, Rebecca, Tempo, Erythro, Nemesis and Wyre.

He stood next to me, his knuckles pale gripping the handle of his sword. “No, it isn’t,” I replied, my voice scarcely heard over the increasing wind. I raised my eyes to Silvermoon, its lofty walls a striking outline against the crimson sky. Somewhere in that space, Castor was orchestrating the movements, and Dahlia... Dahlia was expecting. "Postures!" I yelled, compelling myself to concentrate. “Gather together and maintain your position!” The group quickly arranged themselves, with wolves transforming into their furry shapes and others arming themselves. We formed a disparate army, loyalists of Silvermoon, rogues, and some exiled packs eager to battle for a larger cause.

{Dominic} Walking into the war council tent felt like stepping into the center of a storm. The air was thick with anticipation, and the sharp rustle of cloaks and armor filled the silence. Everyone was already seated—Alpha Grimhold with his arms crossed like a stone statue, Dahlia flipping a dagger between her fingers, Allen murmuring softly. Eliza sat in calm confidence, sipping what I presumed was tea. Mace, Juno, and Felix perched nearby, eyes alert and tense.