Um From Umbridge Novels & Stories

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

Tenebrae: cradle of incubi, dreamwalkers, and illusionists, governed by the Nocturna Strain which is the realm of dreams, desire, emotion, seduction. She paused, a sly grin creeping onto her lips. "And then there's Umbra. The home of... well, the odd ones, anomalies, unusual bloodlines. Technically, there's no fifth strain; that's merely a myth. So Umbra serves as the waiting place for newly enrolled students who haven't yet awakened their strain. Think of it as a waiting room for magical learning." Seraphine's throat tightened. "So... I'm a magical nobody until further notice?"

"Their purpose is to do as we command and keep their bloody faces shut! They are not better, they are not smarter, and they are not our f*cking equals!" This is ridiculous. The drumming increases and the room is thrown to an array of noises, yelling, laughter, fanatic declarations. In the uproar, my eyes find Umber. With all the attention on the men, she's started to struggle out of her bonds surreptitiously. She inches backwards slowly, grabbing a table knife off an assorted arrangement. Her eyes meet mine and she nods covertly. I mirror the action, a moment of tense understanding passing between us. "They should kiss the ground we walk on!"

“Constantine, if we’re going to stand any chance against Agnes and her dark magic, we need an edge. Something the elders won’t see coming.” Constantine, her face etched with determination, nodded. “I know, Isolde. We can’t let Agnes’s underhanded tactics win this contest. But what can we do?” Isolde’s eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief as she whispered, “Mountain ash.” Constantine frowned, puzzled. “Mountain ash? How can that help us?” Isolde explained, “Mountain ash is a powerful elemental substance. If we incorporate it into our spells during the ritual, it could give us an advantage. Agnes won’t see it coming, and it might disrupt her dark magic.”

I calmly take in a deep breath before nodding. Few meters ahead and I was standing before the council. Principal Eldor was sitting amidst four strange faces, only one female and Tabitha Crofus -my grandmother is sitting some meters away from them. A sly smile rests on her lips as she looks at me. I return it with my chin up high, setting her aback. "Miss Hermione Crofus, a final year student of Showek's High school is been accused of using her magic wrongly to hurt a fellow student, by name Ketura Crofus..." The man at the extreme end says

Charlie mumbled and I could hear the grinds turning as she tried to recall when they joined. "Let's just go with that," I said as my brain started to ache, "which is more then enough time to get used to this shit. Besides how nice could their old pack have been? An omega's purpose is to serve, it doesn't matter where you come from, that kind of existence is bound to be shitty. And, it's not exactly hard to be considered nice when next to our pack. We make Umbridge seem nice." "Umbridge?" "You know, the crazy cat lady from Harry Potter," I informed her.

"Mr. Godrick is truly malevolent. I'm uncertain what dark methods he employed to transform us into such aberrant beings. We've endured curses and agony for countless years. The Abyssal Blaze Sword is a remarkable artifact. If we can refine it, perhaps it will ease our suffering..." These two individuals were known as Celeste and Umbrex, both formidable immortals. It had been a considerable time since Zachary last encountered them, and they had undergone significant changes. Celeste, once radiant as a fairy, now bore a pallid complexion enveloped in a menacing aura, resembling a demon from the depths of hell. The contrast between her past and present appearance was stark. Umbrex replied, "You

Hazel’s POV I was in the middle of grinding herbs for Liam’s strengthening tonic when Uma burst into my guest quarters without knocking. The door slammed open hard enough to bounce off the wall, and the sound made me jump violently. My hand jerked and the pestle scraped loudly against the stone mortar, sending powder scattering across the table in a green-brown cloud. Uma’s face was flushed from running, and her chest heaved as she gasped for breath. She leaned against the doorframe for a moment with one hand pressed to her side like she had a stitch, trying to catch her breath before she could speak.

Umbra can do better, like a lot better. Recruit young and handsome men. Imagine you get killed, and furthermore to being annihilated, the last face that stares you in the eyes is a man who looks like he was on fire, and someone tries to put it out with a fork. I’d frown my entire way to the afterlife. “Welcome…” the digital voice elbowed me back to reality, and I snapped my gaze from my opponent’s disgusting smirk. Did I say I was going to kill him?