Abraxans Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"Yeah, she let your mate die, and she gave me the wrong mate." "Who?" Brax asked surprised. He was looking a lot better now that he had showered, but he was still sporting the beard. He looked years older and a lot more serious with the beard. Like a grumpy old bear. I giggled. Yeah, that’s what he looks like. "Who?" Brax asked again. "O, Argo." I replied while thinking about what kind of animal Argo looked like. Something sneaky like a fox..Or a badger. Or a snake.

I have to be strong and end this make-believe fantasy world tonight! Without saying a word, Gabriel walked towards me and carried me bridal style to the couch. He sat down and placed me on his lap and turned me to face him. “Miss Bellatrix Willow, do you believe in love at first sight?” I answered, “No!” “Well, neither did I. To be quite honest, after my last relationship, I promised myself never to allow myself to feel anything again. I trained my heart to turn stone cold. I had random women warming my bed over the years, but I felt nothing! On that day, when I saw your picture in Ari’s room, I felt a warm sensation in my heart.I am not going to lie, as fearless as I am, that feeling scared

Helena cursed. "We were so close at finally punishing that bastard Xavier. I would've killed him if he agreed to take the punished. Cursed those stupid rules, him still being alive shows us how weak we are. We now have two abomination walking free among our midst." Cortez slammed his hand smashing the table into two.

"Thank you." "You are welcome. You probably think I am a bad person for not wanting to help him but I can't. You see a potion can't be made with hatred towards the person. I hate Khal and any potion from me will seal his fate. You can meet another witch maybe they can help.: "I understand and I don't think you are a bad person. After all, you healed me. I am eternally grateful to you." I nodded and we went back to the cave. Anabelle was done cooking and served us.

" The prince shouted. Drake was trying to smile devilishly. "You're not a respected royal. Why would I respect a useless creature?" He scoffed. "I will kill you; I will kill your heir!" Drake's expression went cold and dark, staring at the prince. "If you dare to hurt my heir... don't let him hunt you down to hell and meet my demon there." Drake seriously muttered "I'm not scared of Satan!" "But you are scared of me." I have the devil's eye... which means I'm Satan. "

“And we have magical reinforcements, many of which will be on their way here shortly. Witches with skills in healing and warding. They will help secure this location.” “That’s good. Look,” Rohan ran his hand through his hair. “We found two… zombies,” he didn’t like using the word. “Wandering around the houses. These ones were more… like people. We secured them. You said that you have a cure?” “Me,” Harry said with a smile. “I believe I am the cure.” “Thank you, Harry,” Talen said with a slight nod of his head. “The vampire blood of my line is a cure for this disease, and Harry is one of my children.”

Sleep eluded me that night. Every time I closed my eyes, his face materialized: those storm-gray eyes, that cruel, beautiful mouth. The way he had looked at me, as if I were something he yearned to shatter, or devour. I struck the thin mattress beneath me. "Stop it," I hissed, my voice a ragged whisper. "He called you a half-blood like it was a disease. He's not your enemy. He's not anything."

What kind of magic was he weaving on me? “What do you want to know?” Axton asked in a bit of a harsh voice, effectively snapping Gustav and me out of our trance. It seemed like he had just witnessed our little exchange. “Everything you can tell us about Sabrina’s pack.” Gustav sighed. “Especially about her army.” Axton frowned, concentrating on his memories while everyone else stayed quiet. Fin was rummaging through my kitchen, trying to make coffee for all of us, but I was sure she was listening as well.

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

"Better safe than sorry." Of course, Peter couldn't find anything. Harry was a rare example of a vampire with anti-traditionalist views. Moreover, he was protected by a spell that made it nearly impossible to uncover his vampire identity unless he exposed himself, as he did the previous two times to me. Peter likely had no idea that Harry's self-control was almost godlike. Not only did he resist the blood available in the hospital, but even a bowl of fresh blood placed right in front of him wouldn't trigger his bloodlust. At one point, I even joked that he was a mutant vampire who doesn't drink blood but eats meat, just liked us werewolves. And most importantly, Peter didn't know that Harry'