Voldemort Deathly Hallows Part 2 Novels & Stories

The vortex grew larger and eventually consumed the web. Hadirt clenched his jaw when he saw that. He dashed out of the black sphere, turning to flee without a second thought. "Come back here!" ordered the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord extended his right hand, and a powerful force instantly pulled Hadirt back. Hadirt was then consumed by the black vortex as it absorbed the dark energy from his body continuously. Hadirt was turned into a dried corpse in front of the Dark Lord and then turned to dust in the end.

Johnny walks to her"Come, I'll escort you to your aunts,you can't go alone" She nods "thank you" they both leave and we tell them our goodbyes While I'm still paralyzed _________Goblin POV______ "His dead, that bastard is dead" I am staring at his body right now "sucked dry by a vampire, well well, could this be a plot twist" I scan the room, there was a fight here, I use my powers to use smoke to see past event that occurred "Pathetic,killed by his own daughter, now that's messed up and he was so close to getting her"

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

Voldemort's voice rang out with venom, "You have some balls showing your face here." Aeron, attempting to speak, was silenced by another forceful blow. Voldemort continued, "Tell me why I shouldn't end you here and now." Aeron, struggling to find words, wanted to explain, but before he could utter a single sentence, Voldemort interrupted with yet another punishing blow. "That was not a question," he declared, his eyes ablaze with malice. Voldemort ordered the guards to lock Aeron up, proclaiming that the execution would take place the next morning. As Aeron was led away, his mind raced, grappling with the dire situation he now found himself in, and the uncertainty of what awaited him on the

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. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

In every single one, my face was drenched in blood, some so mutilated that my features were barely recognizable. I turned away after only a glance. I knew how terrible I had looked in death: one eye dislodged from its socket, a deep depression caved into the left side of my skull. Even the coroner had struggled to confirm my identity. Yet Jude had laid out those gruesome images openly across her desk, as though unafraid of the nightmares they must summon. Now those photographs lay in Eliza's hands. She studied them with an obsessive intensity, refusing to overlook even the smallest detail. Her grip bent one corner of a print, and as she listened to her subordinate's account, her gaze shifted

He now had bandages around his neck and a tube leading out of the bandages to some machine. “Oh my God… what happened to him?” I asked her covering my mouth and sobbing. “How did this happen?” “The police are actually on their, it appears to be actual poison, not food poisoning because it burnt his whole throat and vocal chords. He doctor says he won’t be able to speak anytime soon.” She told me. “We don’t know how that could have happened.” “How… why all of this? First he gets shot by some random person driving away and then he gets poisoned at a hospital?” I was telling the nurse.

I scanned the room quickly, searching for anything that could give us the answers we needed. “Here,” I muttered, grabbing a vial from one of the tables. The contents were dark, almost black. I could tell it was a sample of the mutated virus. This was what we needed to understand the changes that were taking place. Just as I was about to seal the vial, I heard a loud crash behind me. I turned to see one of the infected stumbling into the room. It was slow at first, dragging its foot, but then it seemed to notice us. The creature’s eyes locked onto mine, and it let out a low, guttural growl.

Who knows. I get distracted by some footsteps but I don’t look away from Mags, she’s my only focus. “If this is the sack of shit you want to defend, here he is. Viuda Negra dies tonight,” Dozer booms, as he drops Hugo on the ground, feet away. The male cries out in agony, though if he’s as high as I’m guessing he’s probably feeling a fraction of what he should. The Reeve’s eyes go wide as his arm with the gun lowers on its own. Mick doesn’t wait. We run toward him at full speed with all we have, just as I see a wolf I know to be Asher, also known as Missile, lunges from behind.

she said confused while looking at me. "Maybe it's not working?" I said to her, questioningly. "That's impossible. I mean, I've treated many people whose wounds were deeper than yours, but they disappeared immediately," she said. "How did that happen?" I asked, confused. "I do not know. I'll just ask Grandma later, the important thing is that your blood is no longer flowing," she answered. We turned to Knox's when we heard someone shout. My eyes widened when I see the two vampires lying on the ground and slowly turning into ashes. Knox grabbed the neck of the vampire who was already up in the air and trying to get out of Knox's grip.