Voldemort And The Death Eaters Novels & Stories

But this time, it was the four-legged wolf that was gaining momentum. They rolled into the ground, trying their best to stay on top of each other. And when the Death Eater fell under the gallant black copper wolf, he clamped his massive jaw to his neck. The Death Eater tried to get Adrian off him. The force that Adrian was exhibiting on his jaw was so massive that it tore half of Death Eater’s neck! The crimson liquid flowed into the sacred land.

one of them shouted in panic. Harry moved forward again, towering over the three vampires in front of him by a head. Then he pulled a roll of paper from his jacket pocket and unfolded it with a quick motion. Finally, he stretched the parchment before him and read aloud: "Alden, Briar, and Colton of the Kellys clan. You are guilty of the destruction of the Black Rose Coven, and the evidence presented makes you guilty of torture and feeding without seeking recourse to your blood banks. The Council, with the support of your clan leader, the former representative of the Southern Vampires, Master Kellys, as a result of this, orders your death. You have just been informed of your sentence."

As dawn broke over the castle, Dominic stood victorious, his troops cheering in triumph, as they hoisted their banners and claimed Belle Morte as their own. The moon was high in the sky, casting a pale light over the castle of vampire lord Khal. The castle was a formidable sight, with its towering walls and eerie aura. Khal, the ruthless and powerful vampire lord, stood in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by his loyal followers, waiting for alpha Cyrus as they all had been kneeling after defeat.

Their full attention now on Wynter. In a flash like movement, Voldemort lunged at us, grabbing Wynter by her throat. Using his nail, he cut down her shirt, exposing her neck. "GET AWAY FROM HER!" I yelled, attempting to save Wynter.

"V-Voldemort." Some staff members flinched at the name. The cold sweat was still pouring off Albus' face, and he talked again. "Tom Marvolo Riddle was the birth name of Lord Voldemort. He was one of my students here in Hogwarts. I was the one that delivered his acceptance letter at the orphanage when he was eleven years old." Albus Dumbledore said with labored breathing. He looked up to Erik, and found him smiling at him. "See? Was it that difficult?"

Like a witch in trance, he opened his mouth and said the name of the one who ordered him to kill the vampire. “Insolence!” he barked at the male witch. “And for this, you shall pay your life, filthy witch.” Alaric Emrick raised his right arm and pointed his right index finger at the middle forehead of the male witch. His eyes clouded and turned to white. The black poison spread out from his middle forehead creeping fast into his veins and arteries until his entire body was painted with it. His body turned to charcoal and smoldered before it burst into powdered million pieces of black ashes.

Vincent smiled with his eyes narrowing a little. "Well, I figured you two are getting along well so I was wondering." "Yes, we two are very similar. We often like the same things. I guess it runs through the blood," Vincent mused, sipping on his tea. There was underlying meaning in his words that Melrose failed to decipher. Though Reed threatened him last night, Vincent wasn't willing to give in. If he had to face the elders of their kind who were the law enforcers in vampire society, he would fight for what he wanted.

"Scream as if I am dead." I screamed. The sound ripped through the forest, a raw, animalistic cry of grief, rage, and profound loss. I screamed until my throat was raw, until my lungs burned, and then I screamed some more. The Council arrived, drawn by the sound. The old man led them, his white eyes gleaming, his gray skin stretched taut over ancient bones. "The half-blood has done it," he declared. "She has killed the pureblood." He approached Niklas's still form. "Finally," he murmured. "After all these years, the Vollbrecht line is—"

As the tension in the hall settled, the scent of Alpha Rowan's blood lingering in the air, King Draven stood tall amid the chaos. His crimson eyes swept over the crowd of shivering wolves and subdued vampires. With a single flick of his hand, his guards closed in on the three figures trying to escape into the shadows—Delilah, Elizabeth, and Kael. "Seize them," Draven commanded, his voice calm yet thunderous, echoing with a power that could not be denied.

"The authorities must look into this and seek justice for the victim!" Brenda completely lost her mind. When the police officers showed up at their door, she led them right into the basement. "This is it! Hazel was bludgeoned to death at this very spot." Layla and Philip tried to cover Brenda's mouth, but Brenda managed to squirm free. She came running toward me all of a sudden. She grinned from ear to ear. "Hazel, don't come after me. Go after them! Go after them!" I looked at her with my eyes wide. I wondered if she had really started seeing spirits after having done too many bad things.