Morsmordre Harry Potter Novels & Stories

It had been brutal, unnatural. Agatha nodded. “It wasn’t a normal death. It was a death by a dark magic called Mors Umbra,” she explained as if I didn't know what Mors Umbra was. It was a forbidden magic in my pack and only members of my pack were capable of it. That's why I was so sure her death wasn't caused by a member of my pack. It didn’t just kill; it cursed the user too, mirroring the pain and death onto them, slowly dragging them into torment.

"Batsheva Moromond killed our parents. And she used blood magic to do it." ***

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

Over the next few years, he and Morgana worked together, hunting down and killing the remaining demons until only he was left. But one night, Dracula let his guard down. Morgana sneaked out of his room and opened the castle gates. Outside, an army of wolves was waiting. Leading them was Syrax, a dragon who wanted to kill the last demon child, Dracula who held the power of Silver, the dragon of water and life. The plan worked perfectly. Dracula had never seen these wolf creatures before and didn't know they existed and his own army had no idea how to deal with them. With Syrax and Morgana Hellsing working together, Dracula was defeated.

Mortis called out thrusting what looked like a regular stick over the shoulders of the hounds. "OW!" Poking a man in the eye, not poking it out, not even really hurting him honestly. "Who the fuck does tha EAAGH!" POP! Though it looked no different than a tree branch he had found in the woods, hell it probably was a tree branch he found in the woods and took a shine to. Mortis himself was master at manipulating magic unlike any man walking this earth, human or other. With the little love tap to the eye he funneled enough magic through the tip that the Vampire's body was overwhelmed forcing his head to explode. While The Hounds weren't against receiving assistance, they were far from apprecia

; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again. That was decades ago. In recent times, Kimora made its appearance just off the coast of the Denezel River. North-West of Maliki, a little boy was found dead, his corpse laid open outside their home,the abomination of nature. His mother who found his body fell into a coma and didn't recover. Kimora was much worse than Black Death. That teaches us that you don't fi

No memory. Lyra examined him. “There’s a fragment spell here. A memory theft. High-level.” “Who would cast that on a child?” Anya asked, furious. Elara didn’t answer. She walked to the girl’s dormitory. The candle outside Mor’s door flickered. Elara knocked, the door opened before she could touch it. Mor sat cross-legged on her bed. A single candle burned at her side. “Did you do something to Harren?” Elara asked quietly.

Sungul smiled mischievously, “I think it's time for you to move onto the next assignment.” “Another potion?” I ask. “Nope.” Sungul shook her head, “Are you aware what a familiar is?” “Vaguely.” I admitted. It's been mentioned around me before. I wasn’t really listening since the conversation didn’t pertain to me. I tend to do that a lot.

Long ago when I was a little girl before the werewolves attacked the village, I once used to call home. My dad used to tell me stories about witches that dwelled not too far from our village in the hoods, where no sounds were made, no wind blew and everything was still there, even the waters. He used to tell me stories about witches with unbelievable abilities that were very strange to us humans. Witches that had the powers to see the future, to heal, to speak to the dead, and possess the soul of us, humans. I used to be scared of these frightening stories, but soon I had gotten to love them. Knowing that there were beings with such unique abilities

So I add, “Unless you’d rather it be her. I didn’t hesitate to use my own brother to feed the Hallow, so why wouldn’t I use his daughter?” Delaney flinches, then slowly, with trembling hands, reaches for the spellbook. The Hallow stirs in the shadows behind me, clearly pleased. I can’t help but smile. Everything is coming together. Soon, I’ll be the most powerful warlock in the world. With the Hallow at my side, no one will be able to stop me, not even the Warren Heir.