Um From Umbridge Novels & Stories

I was instantly worried, but gained a small chuckle from Edward instead of matched panic. "No, you've just been very distracted today, your mind is going a million miles a minute and honestly I'm having trouble keeping up." He reassured me. "If I had listened a little closer I would have heard you singing 24601 repeatedly in your head before it began, but instead I kept hearing Christmas music, and oddly enough, professor Umbridge from Harry Potter saying her line about the OWLs."

I look back over to Liam as Uma runs her hand over his head, her eyes closed and her lips muttering furiously as she moves her hand down to his chest, just over his wound. I’m barely aware of the pinches in my arm and wrists as Billy sutures me and places herbs over my wounds before wrapping them up. I’m so mesmerized by what Uma is doing. Sari is a doctor, not a healer. Not that I ever really knew the difference until joining the werewolf realm of things, where Sari would suture and medicate. Uma seems to use magic. And I’m not the only one to notice. We all watch with bated breath until I feel a spark in my mind and I gasp out in relief.

Ikenna then chuckled with mockery when Uche grumbled and shifted uneasily in his seat. “Why not bring yours?” Uche glared angrily. The two men started arguing, and soon, the small room turned to an uproar as each man tries to voice down the other. “The elf and dragons have destroyed us already.” Pa Uta whispered weakly. The room quieted down when they heard his voice. It was so soft but powerful enough for those arguing to halt. He was the chief of Umudike—the mage—and even though the threekingdom had been beaten into one by the whip of the taskmasters.

However, Aurora did not expect Umbrage to rebel. Umbrage was not satisfied with just ruling over the dark side of the kingdom. She wanted to be the overall ruler of the rest of the witches' kingdom. She became fascinated by dark magic and the power it brought. Umbrage's desire to rule was insatiable. She began entertaining thoughts of ruling over the supernatural world.

My stomach tightened, those weren’t tattoos, they were marks of burn. “My king…” Umbriel’s voice trembled, softer now, stripped of its earlier venom. “Umbriel, it’s already late,” he said, dismissing her with a flicker of authority. “Leave. Grandpa Charles, Uncle Cyrus, I’ll meet with you two tomorrow.” Umbriel’s fists curled into her gown, knuckles whitening as she squeezed the fabric. Her glare cut at me one last time, dripping with disdain, before she gave a stiff nod and stormed out of the castle halls, her footsteps echoing long after she was gone.

A young man in a purple robe sipped his wine, seated across from a woman. "Naesbrey Fortress is, after all, an army of women. They're already at a disadvantage. Unless something unexpected happens, they're doomed to lose this battle." "Don't you have any thoughts on that?" The woman looked at the purple-robed youth. He played idly with his wine, speaking casually, "Whether Naesbrey Fortress is destroyed or not, I don't care. The only thing that matters to me is Umbra." "The esteemed heir of Martialgarde, Mr. Brantley Mobe, has fallen for a woman?" the woman teased.

But that didn't last for long as more witches appeared in the room through portals. Suddenly, Marcel's voice spoke from the corner he'd taken himself to. "Remember, don't harm her. Just gauge the power of the Umbra wolf with your spells and attacks." My body, or rather Umbra's wolf body, shook with more rage as the witches laughed and sent a torrent of spells my way. I couldn't help staring at each of them in awe, from ice blasts to fireballs and other various elemental-based attacks. But Umbra was swift, avoiding each of them.

After an hour, the officer comes to us and says “the result is out now, please follow me to explain the results of the test. Maybe just two of you guys, Miss Issa, and someone who will guide the wheelchair. “Let me accompanying her to the room and you guys can wait here” that’s Arthur's voice, he just being so nice when I sick. Even though yesterday I lost a bet with him and haven't made up for it. Maybe he'll charge it when I'm well again, this sly guy won't be able to let me go just like that. I turned my gaze towards Arthur, trying to look up to catch the expression on his face. He looks serious and calm, but his eyes stare at Ivan strangely. Indeed, Ivan is the one who looks worrier than

Immediately, the undead she-wolf emerged from the hut and stepped out of the trees as the flute began to sound. "Hah, you again," he growled as he followed the corpses, his nose once more assaulted by the foul odor they carried. "Disgusting. Hey, Uma! I know you're in there. Give Carolina back!" "You want to steal my treasure, stupid wolf? You can't have her!" yelled Uma as she came out of the hut, pointing at him and instructing her minions to swarm him. "You are nothing, so stay nothing," she scolded. "Kill him."

"A short while after, you gave birth to a baby boy. The shadowy figure cut off the umbilical cord with its claws. I never managed to see its face. He gave the baby to one of the masked figures but I could tell she was a woman. As she was wrapping up the baby, you screamed again, and another baby came out. This one was a girl but with weird hair color. One side was raven black and the other side was snow white." I stop when Aurora lets out a bloodcurdling scream. She is in pain akin to grieving. Michael and I both give her side hugs. We do not know how else to comfort her. Her body is wracked by sobs for a while and we try to console her. After a while, she composes herself and smiles weakly.