Voldemort And The Death Eaters Novels & Stories

The torch cases looked like iron circles, each one so rusty and some of them with cobwebs. The witches stood in a circle in the center of the cave while the others stepped aside. An open coffin was placed in the middle of the circle of the witches and the two people who had carried the object immediately stepped aside. One of the witches turned his head, looked at Rokan Allegro. The male lead vampire of INDICENT nodded, gesturing for the witches to immediately do what needed to be done. And so, the Soul Liberation ritual began.

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.

Haldir’s eyes darted back and forth the street below and spotted a line of vehicles barreling towards them. While a seemingly endless group of people exited the three vans that pulled up to the building, Teddy’s heart fell to his gut as he made out their prisoner. “Oh, shit. They got Oliver.” A tall young wizard who resembled Omar stepped out of the van’s passenger seat and grabbed Oliver by the back of his neck. Oliver pointed to the window where they’d just been, then fell to the ground as Teddy gasped and pulled Tessa closer. “Don’t look, Tess.” The wizard stepped over Oliver’s lifeless body and motioned for his people to follow him inside. Haldir pulled them both close as he saw the hit

I didn't want to seem ungrateful as he had given them to me to protect me. “Loretta would be able to handle this. According to your words Kaiden, this is an anomaly.” The man stroked his chin. “Oh, pardon my manners. I'm Vincent, the lead sorcerer for the annihilation of the army of the dead.” “Army of the dead?” I repeated. “Yes. Haven't you heard of them? They're heading north and we have to be on guard.” He said. “I certainly know of them.” I replied. When did all of this happen?

SELENA'S POV My heart hammered against my ribs against the heavy silence of the study. I had been reckless, yes, but the golden deer head in Draco's study had shifted under my touch with a mechanical groan, revealing a seam in the mahogany paneling that shouldn't have existed. I’d stepped inside, expecting perhaps a safe or a hidden wall locker. Instead, I’d stumbled into a private universe of depravity and dominance. The room was vast, partitioned by invisible lines into four distinct, chilling corners... One was a command center, a massive, wall-spanning screen glowing with the pulsing tactical overlay of the city, a digital web of surveillance that made my blood run cold.

Campbell. "He hates Witches." The bald-headed woman let out a rough breath. "The Freaky World has been at peace in a long time. Nobody hates each other. That's why this school was built, where children of all races mingle." Lyla took a deep breath. "From the books I've read, Vampires have been opposing the existence of witches in the Freaky world since hundreds of years ago." She said, remembering what she had read in a history book from her home library.

The rest of the Delonghi also sensed something was wrong, stopped casting spells and began to look around. Vic froze, afraid to make an extra move, all the dead looked in his direction. Deloh the sorcerer, who was trying to break through Kim's defense, was the first to understand what was going on and turned to the Wistolian. Their eyes met. Vic smiled wryly, blue flashes flickered in his black eyes, he slowly rose from his knees and straightened up, his lips uttered a single phrase almost soundlessly: - Destroy everyone!

This is much more diabolic and brutal and now I suddenly miss the peaceful day we have just this morning. Because now it was a total opposite. The scent of decay and death filled all of our sensitive nostrils, and my heightened wolf senses were overwhelmed by the scene that unfolds before us. The undead soldiers moved with jerky, unnatural motions, their armor rattling, while the remnants of the dead staff lay scattered around them. I teared up seeing them. It didn’t come to me that some of them will die just when we were all starting to become accustomed to each other’s company. Vladimyr, normally so composed, had an edge of desperation in his eyes. His fangs extended, and his hands glowed

Everything was calm. The four guards who had come with us carried Theo’s casket on their shoulder into the funeral house. As we followed behind them with me pushing Mirabel’s wheelchair, I could hear my little sister sob. The guards placed the casket on a catafalque in the gloomy funeral home. Candles surrounded the casket and on top of it were the roses from earlier. They opened the casket.

“So, who do you live with then? Your mum?” “No, my mum's dead too. I live with my older brother.” I added saving him the stress of having to ask. The truth seems to be working, I just have to edit the unnecessary parts, like the fact that my brother is a vampire that is about to be crowned king of the underworld.