Voldemort Deathly Hallows Part 2 Novels & Stories

His weight had gone slack and heavy across my back, dead weight in the worst possible sense of the phrase, and somewhere above us Renata was still screaming, no words now, just sound, raw and animal, nothing like the composed woman who’d stood in the doorway ten minutes ago holding a phone like a weapon of her own. Light flooded the room, suddenly and blinding, someone had found the switch, and in it I saw the wreckage properly for the first time. The shattered window. Glass glittering across the floorboards like scattered ice. Marco Reyes gone, the door he’d come through and the one that had exploded inward both standing open onto empty hallway, and a man I didn’t recognize crumpled just in

I already knew that but hearing James say it also helped. “It was a choice I made. I told Adara that I was going to the hotel, needed some alone time and I told you and Malachi that I was sorting things out with her. I went to Florida to find Vincent instead. Before I could do anything, Bryan showed up and he helped me to take the witch down, but in the end, I killed her with a death spell, a very powerful one. I killed Vincent, very brutally. I don’t even remember it.” “Yeah, Adara called Shoran so I heard the details,” James said.

It pulsed faintly, carrying death deeper into his body with every heartbeat. Vivian let out a broken sob. Viktor went utterly still beside me. We all knew what it was. A Death Curse. Irreversible to wolves. Final. Merciless. The blood drained from my face. My hands, which had healed countless wounds and snatched many from the edge of death, felt suddenly useless. I looked at Viktor, and I did not need to speak. He saw the truth in my eyes. I could not save him. Vivian’s scream tore through the night. She gathered Andrei’s head into her lap and rocked him desperately, tears pouring down her face.

She laid there helplessly. In the meantime, Phil, who came through the portal, saw Becca’s body on the ground. He got here from Becca’s house, but he was too late. He examined the body, to see whether she was really dead or not. When he couldn’t feel her breathing anymore, he chuckled and said, “Well, it’s better you are dead. If I didn’t get the potion, no one else should have either.” He further spoke, pulling a few strands of Becca’s hair behind her back. “Becca Hertford died with the potion to save the love of her life. Rot in hell.” With that, he returned to the vampire world.

the white witch replied looking down. "I will kill myself. I'm nothing without Ava.Tell me how to get rid of my soul and I'll do it,what is life without my damsel," he cried out. "Vador you don't... "No Aleister please don't. Why didn't you tell me that this would lead to her death?" "I didn't see her die"scratching his hair he turned to look at Alizon"Does it mean anything?" "Well I'm not sure..." "Enough of this. I'm going to get holy water which I'll pour on myself and use a stake to finish the job."

We were meant to last…until death do us part. Thank you for reading TILL DEATH DO US PART, Aléjandro and Mia’s story. If you haven’t read NOW AND FOREVER, Dario and Catalina’s story, you can read it today or continue the series with BOUND BY A PROMISE, Dante and Camila’s story

Harry couldn't tell by the look in Lars' eyes but he knew Lars would be just like him, a bit shocked to hear the news. Harry took a deep breath and told what he saw “After dealing with Benedict's people, I was checking around Rose Street to remove any traces when I accidentally smelled fresh blood. I followed the scent of blood and saw Valor Patel. Werewolves killing people is not a surprise, but when I went to look, I found that the dead man was a vampire and the way he died was exactly like the vampires the king mentioned." "Poisoned?" Lars raised an eyebrow "Yes." Harry nodded. "I took a sample and sent it to Dan to test, will have the results tonight or tomorrow morning."

His eyes snapped to me the second I entered. “Selene,” he said, both relieved and nervous. “God, you actually came.” I smirked. “Of course. Better here than stuck with… you-know-who.” I leaned in, dropping my voice to a whisper. “Your favorite customer.” Victor blanched like I’d just said Voldemort. “Don’t say his name,” he muttered, his eyes flicking around like Raphael might materialize from the shadows. “You saw what happened last time. I’ve still got blood stained rags in the storage room from that psycho he took down.”

Ulric’s brave sacrifice had bought Dominic a few seconds, but nothing more. Suddenly, two dark forms hurtled down toward the black wizard from the night sky. At the last moment, he raised his arm and blasted one of them from the air, but the other fell upon his head, raking his face and eyes with razor-sharp talons. Viktor screamed and reached up to pull the owl from his face. No longer blocked by Viktor’s black beam, Dominic’s magical bolt surged forward, blasting the black wizard with the full force of Dominic’s magic. Viktor’s scream reached a horrifying crescendo and then abruptly ended as his body simply vaporized.

I see the doctor leaving Vladimir's room. “How is he?” I ask the doctor. He shakes his head. What…? Don’t tell me… “I have never seen anything like it. Two hours ago, Vladimir had a 1% chance to wake up. Now he is fully healed. I don’t know how. Vladimir is the first one to survive the “Death kiss” poison. It kills a werewolf in seconds. And yet Vladimir is alive. But how?” “Can I see him?” I ask impatiently. “Yes. You can go right ahead.”