Novel & Cerita The Dark Lord Harry Potter

Daniel Black's P O V "Daniel! What are you doing?! Slow down!" I heard Lolita's voice fighting through all the voices in my head. I always fought back all the voices when I was with Lolita and tried to give her my full attention. She is the only one that makes me fight back those demons and do things that no one has ever done to me. Even William can't help me stop those demons, but .... Lolita did and now, she is the one that brought back all those nightmares.

He’s dressed in simple black robes, with a black embroidered sash, but even then I know he is an extremely powerful person. His black hair looks almost blue. It cascades down his back, and holds no crown. His pale, colourless skin only makes him look far more dangerous. He is handsome, in a terrifying way. He is tall and his hand is hooked in his belt as he steps inside and the doors shut behind him with a slam. I know who he is before he even speaks. The Eternal God… Everyone lowers their head to him, yet he doesn’t even spare them a second glass. His eyes now settled on me alone.

I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. He shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that did nothing to quell the unease brewing within me. "Last I saw, he was headed towards Elara's room." A surge of fury washed over me. Leon was always one to exploit situations, and would likely take advantage of Elara's vulnerable state. The dark magic coursing through her had put her in a deep slumber, a sleep from which she'd awaken only when her body accepted the dark power that coursed through her veins.

It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body. No mere witch was capable of such a feat. One would have to trade his soul to the darkness to be able to perform such an act. And whosoever was at the dark side, was an enemy to the light, and the living. But this monster stood tall before me, eyes black like the abyss it had been awakened from. “All these for a maid?” I knew a fight stood before me, unbound by the shackles of death. I, on the other hand, had no time to waste. Strigurd was prepared for a bloodbath.

He locked onto me, his dark gaze sweeping over my dressed body, noticing the slight disarray of my clothes, the flushed state of my skin, and the phantom echoes of an intruder's presence lingering in the heavy air of the room. Draco let out a low, feral growl that vibrated deep in his chest. A terrifying, predatory darkness consumed his features. "Who the fuck," Draco snarled, his voice a lethal, trembling whisper as he raised the gun higher, "are you with?"

He had a dark beard and wild, black hair that reached his shoulders, his lifeless black eyes staring blankly back at them. “Who do you think he was?” Georgia asked. “I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. I kept getting glimpses of his conscience. His mind was so dark. His wolf was always in control. I could see parts of his memories. He was the one that killed my predecessor. The man behind the Lycan didn’t matter to him. It was Anubis he was after all along. Once he realized that Anubis survived through me, he’s been trying to hunt us down ever since. He would have never stopped and killed as many innocent people as it took to get to me. Whoever he might have once been, any humanity he might hav

she asked. I groaned immediately. “No.” “That bad?” “I’m being realistic.” “You’re always dramatic,” she said, nudging me. Before I could reply, the hallway ahead shifted quietly like everyone noticed something at the same time. Elizabeth leaned closer. “Don’t stare.” That made me stare immediately. A tall figure walked through the hallway. Adrian Laurent. Even I knew his name without needing to ask. Everyone did. He didn’t walk like other students. He didn’t rush, or look around, or acknowledge anyone.

Summer's words dripped with sweetness. "Too bad..." He stopped turning shocked eyes on Summer. He never got the chance to complete his sentence as his eyes widened and he collapsed to the floor. Stepping over him Summer's sweet smile turned to one full of triumph. "I think you are the one who should have been taught better about fearing wolves." As she spoke two men stepped out of the room that Summer was about to enter. They looked to her then the man now collapsed on the floor. "Take him inside and tie him up to the chair will you?" Summer ordered.

The only thing they do is spread their legs when there mate wants sex and cook food for their pack. I know you must be wondering if females are been hated and dislike how did I managed to be the alpha of a back, the second strongest in the whole werewolf community. Simple, just two words. Dark magic. And know I didn't use magic on my pack members to wipe off their memory like it an horror action movies ,nope I used my dark magic which was bestowed to me not by the moon goddess for good surprising because that are job but by the witches. There are called the dark witches. I used dark magic the night the rogues attacked my pack and turned them all good.

“When the Veil falls. When the Forgotten Ones rise. And when the world needs a ruler who is neither human… nor cursed… but something in between.” He stepped closer. “Aria is not your enemy,She is your last hope to awaken the queen as well.” “And you?” she whispered. “What are you?” Harry smiled—sadly, almost kindly. “I am the shadow that prepares the throne.” Then he turned, vanishing into the dark. The headmistress sat alone, the chalice almost slipped from her hands. And for the first time, she wondered—who was she really fighting for? For three days nobody saw or heard from Harry.