Morsmordre Harry Potter Novels & Stories

He couldn't return to Neherra empty-handed and failed in both missions so he will ensure something before he goes: the death of the Pendragon girl. Morgon hoisted his spear and from the shadows, he conjured a powerful blood curse that would instantly kill the one struck by it. He made sure that no amount of healing or purifying magic would be able to break through his curse. With a wide malicious grin, he threw his spear and watched as it made its way towards the unsuspecting maiden. "Ruby, NOOOOO!"

“Your siblings?” “Eris and Moros. She is the Goddess of Strife. She causes mayhem wherever she goes. She is apparently really stirring up the other realm. My brother Moros is the God of Doom. He drives mortals to their deaths. He can also drive various creatures as long as the aren't strong of will. My brother, Hypnos and I are going to stop them.” “How would a vampire have gotten a God and Goddess to do his dirty work for him?”

"Niklas, run. It's a trap—" "I know." He turned. Seven men stood between him and her. Seven of Milos's hunters, their eyes glowing, their claws extended, their teeth bared. And behind them, Milos himself. "The great Niklas Vollbrecht," Milos said, smiling. "I was wondering when you'd show up. I was starting to think you didn't care about your little half-blood after all." "Let her go." "No." Milos tilted his head. "She's worth more to me than you can imagine. The First Wolf's blood. Do you know what I could do with that?"

We had originally thought that I would be powerful, but we didn’t think that I would be as powerful as I was showing. I wake suddenly at one in the morning, because my brain was lost inside the Masters mind. Since we found out that, for some reason thanks to the wizard back 4 thousand years ago, I could use manipulation as well. They’re coming at dawn, which is in about 4 hours; I have to get the group ready. I role over and face Ash, I stare at his face trying to remember every detail before this war begins, committing it to my memory. After about a minute of staring I decide to wake him, slowly I reach out a hand and poke him.

He had seen this before and he refused to be the victim this time. “What is he doing?” Gluttony asked, he had never seen and AOD do anything like this before. “I’m not really sure, but whatever it is, you don’t want to be too close.” Pride answered. “Okay, we get Mr. Big bad AOD, you can stop at any point now.” Envy was getting bored with this pissing contest. She walked closer as Daniel lifted his sword. He was just about to swing and send her back to hell the same way he had sent Wrath before. But he was stopped as a voice rang out. It was authoritative and familiar. The tone gave off the sense of fear and anguish. It was none other than Abbadon herself.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

Author's POV Morgan's heart skipped a beat and shot up abruptly from his seat, scaring the men around the table in fright. It would be stupid to not fear the king of the underworld. They all held their breath in doubt, seeing how strongly he had reacted due to the scream. Morgan recognized that scream; he could recognize it anywhere—that familiar voice of his little kitten. The only difference was that this scream was filled with fear, while the ones he was used to were her pleasure-filled screams. ‘What was she doing here?’

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

She was the strongest witch from her clan, and I was her powerful hybrid child, until they came. The witch who had prepared the Anthurium must have known who I was, and surely had enough grudge against me and my mother to go to that lengths. To perform such a strong potion, a sorcerer must be willing to sacrifice a decade worth of their power - for a decade they will have no power and be unable to conjure up spells and someone had willingly done that in exchange for our death. I was going to find that person, and I was going to make death the easy way out for them. I flung the dead squirrel as far as I could, and with the back of my hand, I wiped my mouth before turning slowly to Damon. A wh