Morsmordre Harry Potter Novels & Stories

And now, years later, he wants to capture her, break her and mould her into his perfect, little plaything. Alejandro Genovese is the Hades of the Underworld; he is the Lucifer of Hell. He holds the ultimate power over the Cosa Nostra as his presence incites nothing but fear and bewildered respect amongst people. He feeds off of utmost violence and pain of others, and he'll treat his plaything no differently.

“No. Don’t bother.” Seeing my college friend and Alpha of the Wolfguard Pack so frustrated would be entertaining if it weren’t for the serious nature of the situation. “Harry said it was a vampire who saved your life,” Morris shoots out. “However, we walked down the street, and he didn’t remember the place. None of the clean-up crew do. It’s so odd. It’s almost as if someone messed with their memories. And you can’t remember much, either.” I look out into the yard. The sun is setting.

We push against the darkness, reclaiming our territory and standing against the North pack's tyranny. As the battle rages on, I can feel the energy of our allies surging around us, bolstering our efforts. The North pack warriors falter, their confidence shaken as they realize the strength of our magic. With every enemy we crush, I can feel the tide turning in our favor. The Black Faes retreat, their dark forms flickering as they try to escape the light. But just as we seem to have the upper hand, Betty hands over a maleficent potion to Harry who drinks it promptly and disappears for a moment. A chilling howl then cuts through the chaos, freezing us in our tracks.

Morwen had drawn symbols on the floor around the table with what looked like chalk. "Stand outside the circle," she instructed. "Do not step inside it or you will disrupt the spell." Dante and I moved to stand against the wall while Morwen took the strands of Soraya's hair and placed them in the bowl. Then she added the vial of my blood and several other ingredients I did not recognize. She began chanting in a language I had never heard before. The words seemed to make the air vibrate and the symbols on the floor started to glow. The contents of the bowl caught fire but it was not a normal fire. The flames were blue and white and they did not produce any smoke.

BOOOOOOM. The shockwave sent Morana flying back into her obsidian throne, cracking the stone. Shadows screamed. Witches dissolved. The entire castle shuddered. I stepped forward, power streaming from me like moonfire. Morana snarled, clawing herself upright— “You will NEVER be free of me—” “Watch me,” I whispered. I lifted my hand— Ready to end her. Before my power could strike— Morana’s body twisted into black smoke, spiraling like a serpent.

Whether Harry thought Cole had suffered enough or simply didn’t want to waste more time on him, he swiftly twisted Cole’s head off, leaving a decapitated and dismembered corpse. The hall now held two lifeless bodies. Those who had been eager to play heroes stood paralyzed, perhaps fearing they might be next. Even the heads of the Lucas family couldn’t bring themselves to look me in the eye. They understood that even if they gathered the remaining werewolves in the clan, they wouldn’t stand a chance against me, Harry, and the two high-ranking magicians.

Harvey York smiled and said indifferently after looking at Lucas Jean’s brazen expression, “I believe that you truly aren’t afraid of death. I also think that torturing you will have no effect. “But I’m much more aware that your heart is full of reluctance. After listening to this, Lucas’s eyelids twitched, and his expression turned awful. It was just as Harvey said. His heart was full of reluctance. He was one of the Six Princes of Mordu. Moreover, he still had many connections and many hidden cards that he could use.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

came Gabriel, who happened to be writing something. Jake sat next to Matt with Gabriel on the other side as Mrs. Fenway, the music and drama teacher walked in and ordered all students to be quiet. "Now, today we're going to venture into the world of fantasy..." "What is this, Hogwarts?" joked Cole from the middle row as a low clatter of laughter followed. "I'm sure everyone in this hall has come across the word, Dracula," Mrs. Fenway went on. Great, more Halloween nonsense! Jake found himself saying in his head.

So when I see him—Moros, the god of doom—I make my move. Moros is a walking horror story. He looks like a sycamore and a steroid junkie had a terrifying love child. His antlers and arms are all twisted tree branches. His face is a skull. His legs are literal tree trunks, roots digging into the ground. He’s like a pissed-off Ent with a gym membership. But roots make you slow. Still, this guy is dangerous. He can warp your mind—show you all the worst endings to your life, make you believe you're somewhere else, with someone else. Sleeping in your bed. Walking into your lover’s arms. Falling off a cliff.