Voldemort Deathly Hallows Part 2 소설 & 이야기

Lily asked. “Like Voldemort, he put pieces of his soul into objects so he could live forever. Evil fucking bastard, with his snake head.” Cyrus explained. “So, you’re actually turning Lily’s beautiful story into a kid’s story about a wizzard villain?” His mate April asked, rolling her eyes at her Cyrus. We all laughed. Cyrus always had a movie or song lyric to quote to explain a situation. “It’s not like Harry Potter. You can’t resurrect us using our grandkids.” I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide.

this was the sound of witches and wizards singing. A fluttering of black mist cast a temporary shadow on the steps, creating a veil for the coffin slowly making its way out of the doors, and the vampires bowed their heads, dressed in the traditional cape of mourning as they shielded the deceased from view. As the coffin made its way past Eric, his heart broke anew at the sight of his only child, cradled in the arms of her lovers. Her wolf lay beside two others, looking peaceful curled at the Tri mates feet, and he howled as he had never howled before, his voice cracking as Elena slowly passed by. The casket was carried by the centaurs from the Ravenclaw Academy, heads held high, strong bodie

It was quite laughable that the dark lord had a pet tiger who had a nanny. I stopped on the stone surface, rooted to the spot. The horror of last night returned. It was the place. The sound of the gunshot came back, reverberating at the back of my head, the image of Leo on the carcass flashed and the hard icy gaze on the dark lord.

"What is it?" "A woman was found dead," Draco said. "A witch." Mitch frowned. "How did she die?" "Bitemarks were found on her neck," Draco replied. "Vampire." "Vampire." Mitch agreed. "What was the time of her death?" "Late last night or early this morning," Draco said. He took another drink. "I have never seen anything like that. Every single drop of her blood was gone..." he placed a glass cup on the table. "I have sent you copies of the pictures from the scene... drink something before you view them."

Death tells him "Who's that?" He asks "Can I go?" I ask tiredly "It's me, and yeah, your little friend is in your room," Death says "My little friend," "The werewolf," he says At his words, I take off running past him and quickly up the stairs in record time before bursting into my room where she was sitting on my bed covering her ears. "What is with the screaming?" She asks "Sorry," I say before sticking my head out of the door, "Death can we go in your room?!" I ask him

The Dark Lord's eyes went wide with shock and agony as he stumbled backwards, screaming in pain. The sky itself seemed to respond to his demise, unleashing a torrent of rain as the Dark Lord's body began to vanish into nothingness. The vampires around him cowered in fear, retreating in disarray as their master met his end.

I tried to stand up but suddenly hands connected with the hoodie I had on as he dragged me across the floor. His strength was massive and just like Varkas, I knew I didn’t have a chance. A scream left my lips when he grabbed my limbs then raised me high above the ground, his knee set for the killer move. It would break me in half. I shut my eyes bracing for the crack of my bones. First day at Lupinemore and I was going to die because I met Varkas 2.0. People were screaming and gasping but I couldn’t fight. At least I tried.

“I can’t lose. I have your mate. I can’t…” Diana springs up towards him, her teeth sinking in his throat. This is it, the day it all ends. I am about to celebrate when my eye catches a glimpse of the bubble. He managed to break the bubble containing the men with his wand before I severed his body from his head. Damn it!

Aurora's POV By dawn, the underworld knew. It moved the way rot spreads through wood — silent, fast, irreversible. Viktor Hale was dead. Not missing, not arrested, not vanished. Dead. Killed on his own dock, on his knees, by a woman. Rumor sharpened the details with every retelling, but the core never changed: the cages had lost their master. And something worse had taken his place.

A voice slid through my bones without touching my ears. “You were not supposed to do that.” My heart slammed against my ribs. Slowly, I turned. Nothing. Only darkness. The cold faded, but my nerves refused to settle. “That is enough horror for one night,” I muttered. I looked down. The Death card now sat in the exact center of the table. I had not put it there. The ink shifted. The word DEATH thinned and dissolved like smoke. New letters formed, slow and deliberate, as if written by an unseen hand.