Neville Deathly Hallows Novels & Stories

Finally, after what seemed like ages, the lights above the theatre went off; shortly after the door opened with an exhausted Neil walking out. “How is it?” Christopher asked with a helpless expression, looking at the anxious expression of the silly women who wanted to ask but didn’t dare. “Do you even have to ask?” Neil smirked wiping away the exhausted look “Even Hades has to take a step back if this young master intervenes, let alone his minions who just wanted a limb.” Christopher and Night Rider were used to Neil’s lack of modesty but both Emile and Abbey had a stunned expression before Abbey stuttered “You mean, he is….. he is going to die?”

Nellie grabbed onto Luna’s hand, her voice quivering, “Nigel told me just now that he thinks Neil isn’t dead, that he might come back… Do you think it’s true?” Then, Nellie uncontrollably suppressed her voice. “I saw Neil’s room explode with my own eyes. I…” Luna pursed her lips and grabbed onto Nellie’s hand tightly. “It’s true. As long as we don’t give up hope…your brothers will not die.” Whether it was Nigel or Neil, as long as there was just a sliver of hope, she would not give up! When they sent Nigel back to the hospital, his nose started bleeding. The doctors said that he was too happy and excited, which caused the bleeding.

Who knows. I get distracted by some footsteps but I don’t look away from Mags, she’s my only focus. “If this is the sack of shit you want to defend, here he is. Viuda Negra dies tonight,” Dozer booms, as he drops Hugo on the ground, feet away. The male cries out in agony, though if he’s as high as I’m guessing he’s probably feeling a fraction of what he should. The Reeve’s eyes go wide as his arm with the gun lowers on its own. Mick doesn’t wait. We run toward him at full speed with all we have, just as I see a wolf I know to be Asher, also known as Missile, lunges from behind.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

“There’s no need for bloodshed.” I stepped closer. “I have no breath to waste on you, old man.” Before he could react, I shoved him aside roughly. He stumbled, barely keeping his balance, and I pushed the door open without hesitation, closing it behind me with a quiet but final click. Just as I expected, Neville was inside. She had been pacing the room like a caged animal, but the moment she saw me, she froze. Her steps faltered, and she backed away instinctively, her eyes wide and shining with fear she was no longer capable of hiding.

While he waited for it to strike him, it felt as though a swift breeze swept by the side of his face and a sharp object hit tangentially his cheek his breathing and heart seemed like they stopped for a second, and then only he heard was something's moan and a loud thud behind him. He slowly turned around the moment he recovered from stillness, and there he saw someone prostrate on the ground with an arrow lodged in the back of his neck, that took his life immediately. Nevil was a little surprised by what he saw, which is why his eyes widened slightly. He didn't realize that Raenerys was already close to his side, and she was also looking at the lifeless someone while holding the bow. It wasn

“One and two and three and four…” counted Percy quickly as the sweat dripped off of him. The smell of alcohol swabs and burned hair wafted through the room and the whooshing sound of the ambu bag kept rhythm with Percy’s grunts as Neville squeezed it and breathed another worthless breath into the dead body.

Even though Nerina wanted to separate from Nezetta as soon as possible, she could not do it at that moment since she was supposed to be Naomi and to her immense irritation, Naomi would never intentionally hurt Nezetta as she still cared for her. "You swear?" Nezetta asked. Nerina pulled her lips into a thin line and embraced her. "I swear, my love," She said. That night, the entire occupants of Unity Rock were dressed in black as they stood at the bank of the gulf just behind the castle. Emperor Vulcan's body was wrapped in white cloth and set upon a pyre at the bank. Nerina's hand was clasped in Daegal's as he mournfully stared at the wooden pyre. Nezetta on the other hand was nowhere to be

Peter's POV Draco walked in front of Enzo and me as we made our way to the underground torture chambers. The journey that normally took about 1 hour took just 35 minutes to complete. Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago.

Dumbledore made a pause while some students passed by them, and continued talking. "I did it. The young Death Eater became my spy into the Dark Lord people, and I warned the couples about how the Dark Lord was after them and their babies. They, then, went into hiding. They even put their hiding houses under the Fidelius charm. By the Halloween of 1981, the Dark Lord had made his choice of who was the 'chosen one', and with the help of the treason of their secret keeper, he attacked the Potters' hiding house. The result of it is already well known. The couple got killed, while the baby managed to survive and rebound the killing curse back to its caster with only a wound in the shape of a ligh