Morsmordre Harry Potter Novels & Stories

A mirror image of her sharing the same sorrow she has. "You killed him!" Her doppelganger's shriek horrifies her. She was holding a dagger in her hand, standing a few feet from her. The tears of blood streaming down her eyes now staining her white dress. A contrast to her maroon dress. She gulped as she remained speechless that she could only do was hug Colfre's lifeless body. "You killed the man I love!" Morrigan shook her head. Muttering one word repeatedly: "No..." Her doppelganger slowly walks towards her with her blaming her for the death of Colfre. Every word her doppelganger throwing at her like a poisonous dagger piercing her chest repeatedly. Even more painful than death. "You kille

If he cancels the domain, the evil wizard may begin to suck even greater power from the realm and cause the destruction of the Island. But Moria appeared by his side and held his hand. Despite the chaos, Harlequin felt a little peace. “I will cast a spell on your sword, when I tell you to, cancel the board domain and pour all remaining power to your sword. I will attack him first and to my signal, strike him,” Moria explained her plan. Harlequin nodded and prepared himself. But before going away Moria looked at Harlequin and smiled. “I am happy to have met you Harlequin, when we next see each other, I hope it would end in happiness,” before the hero could open his mouth Moria already disappe

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:12 AM Erik commented and continued to watch, as an eerie and raspy voice ordered Quirrel to 'use the boy'. Quirrell then ordered the boy to look at the mirror. Mr. Potter then stood in front of the mirror and Erik paused again. He quickly positioned himself behind the boy and 'unpaused' the memory. He watched as the boy's reflection took a red ruby-like stone from its pants' pocket, showed it to him, gave him a wink and put the stone back in the pocket. Mr. Potter then, as sneaky as an elephant in a china store could be, checked his pocket and noticed the bulge in it. But the stupid professor didn't seem to notice.

Ama screamed and staggered back, clutching her ears. “They’ve marked the room,” she gasped. “It’s a summoning—” Before she finished, a swirling figure rose from the sigil. A witch. Pale skin, hair like tangled night, and eyes like obsidian pits. “I am Mora,” she hissed. “Daughter of Inadu. Herald of the Unborn Curse.” She raised her hand and sent a blast of crimson energy across the chamber. Howard was thrown back, hitting the wall with a sickening thud. One of the guards collapsed in flames.

I couldn’t even figure out the right question to ask. “That’s Kimball,” Dor said, his voice tight. I’d never heard him more than casually interested. This was the Dor-version of freaked the fuck out. “That’s —” He dissolved into a string of words in his own ear-twisting language, spat out in a fury. “That’s necromancy, that’s a fucking abomination. It’s meant to make him invincible, but he won’t come back from that, not as himself.” Dor turned to me, his face set. “Stay here. Do not go more than five feet from the spell circle. You’re hidden here, from the weres, at least.”

"Alright... The remains of a dead otter... It was still so tiny. I took a guess that it was still a newborn when it died. I did not understand the idea behind all this. But after you mentioned about spells and charms, I think I start to get the idea..." . "Yeah... But what kind of dark magic do they use in this modern world? Even using a dead animal as their tool. Sick. Sick to the head. Sick to the mind." . "That's not all, Harry... There were also yellow, rotten teeth inside there. Precisely three pieces. It was so disgusting, I literally almost puked upon discovering it all." .

“I’m not sure. The words blurred together and suddenly it made sense.” His face displayed none of the emotion he was undoubtedly feeling, but he nodded as if he understood and went back to gazing at the amulet. Slowly, he raised it and placed it over his head, letting it fall around his neck. Black mist rose from the floorboards and swirled around him. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the white mist back away from the door and shrink back further into the garden. The black mist seemed to relish in its cousin’s retreat and grew blacker and thicker around Morpheus until it suddenly abated. Morpheus was gone.

Tasting the metallic taste of his own blood he evilly smirked while staring at the void. Now this was becoming interesting for him. He was feeling like a lion who running behind its prey and now this lion will surely hunt down its prey and shredding it into pieces and satisfy his hunger. Nicholas also walked out of that walking out of the dark hallway. When he got out he saw that little enchantress hugging Iris and crying her heart out while putting her face in her neck. He went near them and stood beside her peering at her. Iris moved her worried gaze to him while her hands were caressing her back amiably.

We were breaking through the town of Morsburg now. I finally lifted my gaze. Darkness and chaos that heavily saturated the interior of Morsburg dungeons were grazed and broken by purple and neon crimson lightning hues wrapped in the all-present purple fog of Wengarthria. The broad front entrance of the Morsburg encampment was closed off with smaller dungeon-like derelict towers on the left and right. Scillas were poking their heads through their windows, hissing and screeching. Scillas were skeleton-like creatures similar to morphed Veltalas, but their bodies were laced with what looked like an electric current. Unlike Vetalas, Scillas had bat-like skeletal wings. Each flap of their wings wo

Music recommendation: After dark by Mr kitty The Dragon released its fire on the moving corpses as it soared through the sky and to its greatest surprise the corpses when reduced to ashes would instantly reform it's self to their original form, realizing attacking the corpses was pointless she searched for Leonard knowing taking out its source would release the spell.