Who Were The Marauders In Harry Potter の小説・ストーリー

A strange pull at my senses made me turn. There, kneeling in the rubble near the shattered gates, was the boy - Adrian. Mara's brother. Up close, the resemblance was uncanny... the same stubborn set to his narrow jaw, the same arch to his brows. But where Mara burned bright as a torch, this boy was like candlelight, his power a twisted, broken thing. His milk-white eyes stared through me, unseeing, unblinking. A rogue lunged for his exposed back, its jaws gaping wide before Laziel slashed through it on the firm edge of his blade, herding more of our wolves under cover.

They were naturally trained for the situation. They were none other than the Sentries of York. Marcel had replaced all of the elites of the organization, and planned to rise again using this opportunity. About three hundred men appeared on the ground soon after…

It was at this moment that the enemy decided to strike. Unbeknownst to Summer and his group, the dark lord had creeped in as they relaxed. Before Summer had trapped his minions in the icy maze, one of them had managed to send him a message. Immediately, he gathered his other army of wizards, warlocks, mages and hunters. He took only three of each group as these were very good at their job.

I don’t remember if I was like this before. “Because Malabi was the only pack we don’t have any connection to,” I casually answered. “We got Shadowstone and Nightwinder close to our side. Not to mention the alliance we have with Abberant and Sanguine. If they wanted a silent operation to start out another war, they would go with the packs who hadn’t had a relation with Nightwinder.” “Between Madfur and Malabi,” Marcus’s tone became serious. “It was the Aragon’s pack that was the perfect chess piece they could use.”

Morgott smiled and said, “I can now go all out. It’s time to show my strength.” “What do you mean you can go all out?” James got up and patted him on the shoulder. “The was has been ceased. Your task has been completed.” Then, while Morgott was confused, James turned to look at Marius and Hankin. “You two, please guard this area. We have to meet our allies.” After that, he flew over to Marius with the secondary Marauder token. “You and Xalvador will control the Marauder Army of One Hundred Thousand Warriors, including the Alcide beings and living beings here. When in doubt, you three can make the decision.”

The hunters were the most wondrous baddies they faced each time as wolves. There was no way they would ever stoop low from their high throne of self-righteous acts of killing innocent and unsuspecting werewolves. He had begun to wonder about Mara and if, for once, she had been playing them. There was no telling as all he could remember was how much the girl stood by them and fought by them. Getting the light claw pack would have been a better plan, but then it struck him.

I had to think of a way to build their spirits. "You've got nothing to be worried about. If there's anyone that should be worried here, then it should be the Marauders. They do not have the spirit of oneness that we all have and they are not as strong as we are. A single blow from one of your hands will send them to their death…"

A Were-Tiger was considered exotic, even by supernatural standards. Daksh met the brothers in Lucknow India a few months back. The trio had hit it off and when Yuri’s call came, Daksh felt the pull to join them. “Is there history I should know?” Daksh asked as he looked out the window. The twins both spike at the same time. “No.” But it was Marco who continued. He decided to give Daksh a short version of why they were here and not expose his brother's past encounter with rogue wolves. “Mangadoom are human hunters who have extreme experience in hunting us. They are not simple and normal means of subduing humans won't work.”

The hunt for justice had begun, and under the moonlit sky, they marched into the darkness, ready to face the vampires and avenge the lives lost. Under the shroud of the moonlit night, the Silver Moon Pack, led by Alpha Jake, Morgana, and Luna Mara, ventured into the lair of the vampires. Morgana harnessed the power of her witches, creating a portal that allowed them to breach the hidden sanctum of their adversaries.

Third Person POV. Marcel's mansion is brimmed with burly men. His small army of eight men who were huge like Greek gods. Three among them were wolves. The very first set of men he converted into his army. The rest were humans, sired to him. Marcel basked in their loyalty, something he wished to enjoy once he eradicated Logan and Slayers to become the ultimate alpha. The eight burly men stood before me in a circle as Marcel paced back and forth, waiting for Yato.