Members Of Dumbledore's Army Novels & Stories

I learned that not all of the Shifters were wolves either. Added to the party were Mother, Alise and Alastair, Thorn and Ariana, Daemon and Adriana, Tyler and me, the five witches and one warlock, Renée, Captain Aeon and various guards in both Royal Guards. It was a large party of over a hundred, and all of them were armed with moonstone blades. I doubted many were left since it wasn't that common a metal.

Draco then swam to the surface of the lake, then departed without looking back. Draco arrived at the Brighton Duchy and was greeted by Al. He was immediately ushered into the area where the Sacred Mana Tree had been planted. There Gale was already preparing with the elven army. Al had already prepared with the Brighton Knights, which consisted of a mix of humans and dwarves. Benji was with them. "We are ready," Al said to Draco. "Where's Edmund?" Draco asked. "He'll be here in a minute," said Al. "Is everything according to plan?" Draco asked.

“Who are they?” Lucas caught his breath. “Warriors from the outer perimeter—Bran, Dorian, and the twins from last year’s recruits. They all served loyally, but now they fight as if possessed.” Alara swallowed. “Let’s bind them safely and try to break the enchantment. We can’t lose more people to Orith’s manipulations.” Damien gave a terse nod. “Already done. We’ll lock them in a warded cell. Eamon can attempt a cleansing spell if you’re willing to assist.”

“Only one here was a general, it was only you.” The smile on my face started to fade and turned to Edith. “What do you mean?” “Only cadets and amateurs were on this line of defense.” “You said what?” Everything became serious. Even that inch of annoyance against Malfoy disappeared hearing Edith. “Where did you put your brains? Who decided this?” “It was no one but the Alpha.”

An ordinary human would not even exist. “This is going to be bloody.” Prince Ludiciel murmured, his sword materializing in his hand. Others followed cue, taking out their own weapons, preparing to fight. Dareth looked at Zedekiel, Eron, and Vathar, then gazed at the large army of humans, Phoenixes, Ice Fairies and Elves behind him. He laughed and shook his head. “Well, this is hardly fair. A whole army against one god? Aren't you all ashamed?”

“The only one who will kneel today is you, Daimon!” Behind us, the guardians began to glow with their individual powers, forming a protective shield around the assembled forces. Valen, his twin brothers, Rain, Kael, and Leira each stood ready, their determination unwavering. The stage was set. The most awaited battle in history was about to begin. (Author’s POV) The battlefield descended into turmoil as Daimon's army clashed with the combined armies of werewolves, vampires, fae, and witches. The air was thick with snarls, roars, and the hum of tremendous magic ripping through the darkness.

“I’m sorry about Anton. He’s always been a good man. I’m sure there is a path to redemption.” Albert looked down at the ground. “If he doesn’t kill me first.” Unfortunately, it was no exaggeration. If this was what the army was planning, things were even more serious than I thought. “Do you know who else is involved in this army?” I asked him. “Perhaps we can create some sort of war council.” Albert exhaled heavily. “I know for certain that he has Prince Rico of Sagrada and Prince Orlando of Prazole. I can only assume he’s made it to Wisteria and the Whitelands as well.”

The soldiers quickly formed a well-trained line once they landed. "My Lord, all the members of the Temple of War who will participate in this mission are now assembled. We're ready for the mission!" Leading the team was Green Dragon, one of the four great Duke of War. With him were all the elite members of the Temple of War. "Bring all our people home!" ordered Alexander. "Yes, my lord!" The members of the Temple of War replied in unison and with enthusiasm. The people from the Great Flame Martial Arts School froze, realizing that they were just a bunch of rabble compared to the members of the Temple of War.

It was 21. Eventually, the Alliance entered the borders of Regulus. Army of fairies was in the sky while the rest of magi and mythfolks were on the ground. The combined sounds of fairy wings' fluttering, centaurs' clopping hooves and depthdwellers' wet slapping steps or slithers made the most disconcerting march of war. As far as army goes, their numbers were small, with most of them were the magi and fairies. Although, Lars then reminded he haven't count the djinns who were lurking and ready to strike from Regulus' Astral Realm exit points.

"Hell? Do you know what the real hell looks like? Have you ever been to hell?" Mo Yuncong was stunned as he didn't figure out why Ding Hao would suddenly ask this. However, he soon felt strong disdain in Ding Hao's words. "Kill him." Mo Yuncong waved his hand slightly. The fifty Black Armored Army soldiers in the water dungeon were all elites who survived on the battlefield of life and death. Their individual strength was at the peak of the Martial Emperor Realm, and they were also good at Joint Attack Formation. In Mo's opinion, Ding Hao would definitely die.