Snape And The Unbreakable Vow Novels & Stories

Trying to kill his wife was punishable by death. He finally walked forward. He startled Rosalie she didn’t say a word. Waiting for his next move. She knew it was over. He knew exactly who she was. She was busted. Selena let out a sigh of relief. “Give her the antidote Rosa...” He says softly. His eyes gave nothing away. He looked at Selena. Rosalie handed him the antidote and Roman took it from her and gave it to Selena. He sighed as he watched Selena throw up all over his carpeted floors.

“I’ll give up everything! Titles, family, power—anything, just come back!” “Even if you have a contract with him—I can wait! Contracts can be broken!” The air seemed to shatter. Aurelius took a step forward. “Are you saying you want to break my bloodline contract?” he said softly. Tom collapsed completely, coughing up blood, but still struggling to crawl towards me. “Rowling,” he rasped. “You loved me. You can’t erase that.” I looked at him. Looking at the man I had once stood beside in the darkness.

Ash interrupted the moment, and she moved her arms Alway from mine. The spell was however broken.

Jonathan caught himself before he fell, and Jake cought his leg and hung onto him. Jonathan clutched the slippery edge as tight as he could, his grip was slowly giving out and the weight of Jake wasn't helping. Jonathan's grip gave out and he fell, the wind blew past him and suddenly everything faded to black. He could hear a familiar voice scream before he blacked out. Jonathan could only think of that one special person, images of her and her voice echoed in his mind. Marley Brown was her name and one person He'd always think of and cherish forever, even as his vision faded and mind slowly drifted away and sirens got louder and louder.

. He first fell to his knees, covering the rest of his body in blood, and then he fell face-first to the ground. Dying. A smile gleamed on her lips as she turned to the cauldron; she could already see the darkness luring around it, eager to be set free. She smiled at it; welcoming it back to the land of the living. She had missed it and longed to see it again. Jazzy watched as this darkness slithered out of the cauldron, taking the form of the familiar snake that had come to her days after her parent's death. It had golden eyes and venomous fangs, poisonous to the touch. It looked at her with recognition in its eyes. She wasn’t afraid of it; she would never be afraid of it. She rose the stil

Silence settled upon the clearing, broken only by the faint sound of my racing heartbeat. I turned to Draco, a mix of awe and trepidation coursing through my veins. His eyes glimmered with a hint of exhaustion. He cast a protective gaze upon me, his voice now laced with another incantation. "Vincula dissolvantur, liberum me faciant!" In an instant, the ropes that bound my hands and feet disintegrated into fragments, falling away from me like withered vines. I stood before Draco, my nude appearance, long forgotten as I ran to Draco.

"I vow to be peaceful when I enter the Sprite lands. I promise that no Sprite will die by my hands. I swear that when I remove the woman, Anya, from the custody of her princes, it'll only be temporary; when she reaches the age of eighteen, I'll let the Sprite Princes come to my kingdom and take back what was destined for them. I make this blood vow, knowing that if I break it, my blood will spill for eternity, leaving me to be the husk of who I once was." As soon as I recite the final word to the vow, our wound starts to heal, and my oath forever binds me. Kade's vow is simpler than mine, and I notice when Delphine only cuts into Kade's palm, not spilling any of her blood. She also speaks th

He suppressed it, but his voice emerged deeper, harsher. "They regarded me as a feeble omega," he snarled, his golden eyes shimmering with intense emotion. "She understood the depth of my love for her." She understood that I would do anything for her. "But it was merely a game, which she excelled at." The stillness between them was dense, extending like a tightly drawn string poised to break. Lancelot's heart raced like the constant beat of a battle drum, his breath deep and steady. He waited for Vivian to respond, to speak, to exhibit any sign.

His grip was unshakable. "Let go of me, Liam!" I snapped, breathless. "You're insane. He didn't flinch. Instead, he stared up at me with those eyes...those dark, unreadable eyes that always saw too much. "Look at you," he murmured. "Turning red just because i mentioned your little boyfriend's name." I twisted in his hold, trying to free myself, but it was useless. His hands didn't budge. My frustration reached its peak, and without thinking, I spat directly in his face.

"And now?" She looked into his eyes, vulnerability lining the perimeter of her gaze. "Now I think love should fix more than it breaks." He nodded slowly. "I'm trying to be that guy, Isla. The one who fixes, not breaks." The confession wasn't dramatic or flashy. It was honest. Authentic. He wasn't making fairy tales. Just himself — stripped of pretenses. She stood abruptly, the chair scraping softly on the floor. "Follow me." Not waiting for an answer, she walked out into the morning sunlight. Killian followed without question, wincing against the light as they walked through the damp grass at the rear of the cottage.