Merope Gaunt Harry Potter Novels & Stories

The magic circle was emitting a faint white light. He was the boss of this dungeon, the Undead Great Summoner. “Another long-range boss…” He muttered as he looked at the giant ogre. He could feel the dense mana in this room. After learning the skill [Mana Manipulation], he became sensitive to the mana in his surroundings. The chief moved his head and looked deeply at him. Then it exploded loudly, shaking the entire room. Hadeer!! Yao Tie smirked as he saw seven ordinary ghouls emerging from the ground.

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

But there was just something disturbing and unnerving about her gaze that made the strands on my shoulders and the back of my neck stand on end. The daughter was also exquisite, much like her mother and they both have the same hair color and texture. Her brown and wavy hair is swept excellently on her shoulders, and her ocean blue eyes seem very vast and virtuous, and her face resembles an angel. Her fine, crimson lips were curved in a crooked smile that cheers you up just by taking a close look at it.

She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.

Chapter Eighty-Six **** Kieran went to Morwen in the dark. He entered Morwen’s sanctum like a shadow given form, boots soundless on stone, face half-hidden under his hood. But his eyes weren’t that of Kieran’s. They were Harry’s. And they burned with something...Fear Morwen stood by the scrying mirror, arms folded, and her expression was unreadable. She didn’t ask why he was there. She already knew. “She did it again,” he said, voice low, rougher than before. “ She lifted me without touching me. Just… looked. And I was off the ground. Frozen and helpless.”

"Seamus—" Seamus glared at her sternly. "I'll serve him, alright? Just hoping he'll let you go and cease his enchantments!" Unexpectedly, Morpheus' deep voice echoed. "I'm a humble man. I can't afford to be served." Persephone stood stunned. After sleeping, he had somewhat recovered, but his face still looked pale. Some of his wounds had reopened, staining the gauze crimson. Persephone searched for the first aid kit, but she stopped as he grabbed her.

“Are you under attack, Fran?” I was able to mirror his smile. “I think we can say so, yeah.” The waiter brought the bill and Harry handed him a black credit card. “How much? I mean, you need me to hold you, kiss you, just rest a casual hand on the small of your back?” “Grab me by the hand to leave.” “That’s subtle.” Harry chuckled softly. “Breathe, Fran. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Or a Haunter. The Haunter Supreme, to be accurate. I was still seeing him. And he was still staring at me, like wishing oh so bad his eyes were knives.

he said to Kaida, who nodded. "Yeah, I did. I owe you one," she told me. I smiled and shook my head. "Let's leave it at that. I'm cashing it out on you helping me bring Dalia along." At that point, a golden-haired man came striding across the grounds with the kind of confidence that demanded attention. He was dressed similarly to Riven in midnight blue with silver threading that caught the light. "That's Harrion, the prince's half-brother," I heard Kaida say

asked Harry as he transformed into a human and put on pants while I dressed properly. tree and made me look at him worriedly as I smelled blood mixed with wolfsbane poison. “You’re hurt” I remarked quickly before sitting next to him and examining his injured abdomen and shoulder. Harry quickly handed over the bottle and made me stare at him in shock. “Melissa’s potion” He explained shortly and Titus without question took a swig before grimacing at the bitter taste. It wasn’t long before Titus was coughing and throwing up so badly that I and Harry, who gave him the bottle, were

Milo and Jax are silent for a long time after I finish talking. Rhea is too, but somehow in a completely different way. While she sits there with her hands in her lap, twiddling her thumbs with the guilt of knowledge, the other two gape at me openly, as if trying to decide whether or not I am playing some sort of sick, practical joke on them. The longer they look at me, the more I feel like I am shrinking, and the more I want to melt into the cracks of the couch cushions beneath me. In my mind briefly flickers the image of Horace Slughorn from the sixth Harry Potter, and in that moment, I too wish I can transform into a piece of furniture to flee from my accountabilities, nondescript and gui