Abraxans Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I didn't call for him, nor did I offer that he do that. I swallowed harder, taking a deep breath. “You can talk to Tyrion instead of hurting me. Like I said in the past—I have nothing in common with him.” “Beat this thing to pulp!!!” Ava commanded, and before I could know what was going on, three grown-up guys surrounded me, hitting me fiercely like I was a criminal. I couldn't scream at this point. All I pleaded was that my wolf be active enough to heal me. I was unable to even stand from the ground as they were all mighty, and I looked like an ant to them despite my size.

I picked a gentle-looking roan named Penny, who snorted happily against my shoulder as I scratched her fuzzy dark ears. “Why does Ember hate me so much?” I finally asked, my voice quieter than I wanted it to be. “I’ve tried to be nice to her.” Castor glanced at me with surprise. “She doesn’t hate you.” He scratched his head. “At least, not entirely.” I raised an eyebrow, watching as he secured the saddle on his horse’s back. He’d picked his usual horse, a large one named Brutus with brown and white spots. “Then what’s her problem?” I asked. “She’s always so… prickly.”

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

I could feel his energy—he was reaching out to his brothers through the werewolf connection that bonded them. Footsteps echoed from the staircase. They grew louder, closer, until a young man appeared. He had the same hair and eyes as Rhett, but his nose was slightly different, and a pair of glasses perched on it, giving him a charmingly nerdy Harry Potter vibe. I knew immediately—it was the third brother, Joss Paxton. He grinned when he saw us. “You’re back! I was going to visit once I finished reviewing that report you gave me.” “I got tired of the damn hospital,” Rhett replied flatly.

Alpha Braxton asked the woman next to him. She shrugged her shoulders. "He injected me with wolfsbane and I almost passed out when my witch powers took over my body. I was awake in my subconscious, but I had no control over my body. I watched as purple beams shot out of my hands and, without even touching Zandicar I was able to break every bone in his body! I tried to stop so that I did not kill him, but after everything he said that he was going to do to me, I could NOT allow him to live!" She then looked at Braxton with a look of concern. "What about the Demon King?! I killed his son! He will most definitely kill me as revenge!" She cried as she buried her head against his chest.

"Mr Alpha, If you have a problem with me, write it on a piece of paper, fold it and stick it up in your ass." "What are you exactly huh, tell me" I leaned forward, held her chin and looked directly into her eyes." **** "You are my successor Xavier. The next Alpha of Balck Fur pack. Get it together you fool!" I kept shivering as dead bodies were being dragged out of the hall. Father tilted his head to the side and raised his eyebrows while he stared at me. "I shouldn't have listened to your mother, I should have started taking you to battlefields when you were much younger. You wouldn't be like this now."

Fuck boy ✅ check. The dark aura around him scares her a tiny bit, what happens when Bryan makes it his mission to take his revenge on her by making her life miserable. Bryan Andrews is dark. Ruthless. Cold. And likes to be in control. Taking his revenge on the princess that ruined a major part of his life was the only thing on his bucket list, his upmost priority without backing out. *****

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

Furious, he stared icily at Harry and questioned, "Who are you?" Harry was thrilled to note the change in Franklin's expression. He thought he'd succeeded in inciting Franklin, which meant that Damian would have hell to pay. "My name is Harry Sawyer, Mr. Webb. I'm from Spencer Corporation. You don't need to thank me for exposing these two vermin to you. I'm honored to do my part in ensuring that nothing disrupts the celebration!" Franklin wanted to curse. Hah! As if he felt thankful! With a stormy look in his eyes, he slapped Harry right across the face, roaring in anger, "You look like the vermin to me!"

Bryan spoke, “After this, I am going to look for the cure.” Aaron became quiet, while Bryan sat before him, “I am going to find the cure Aaron and once I do that, you will be free as well.” Bryan spoke, “next aim is the moon stone.” Aaron spoke, “or perhaps a necromancer.” Bryan's face became firm, and something flashed in his eyes, he clenched his jaw when he heard Aaron, his face became serious but he smiled at Aaron and said gently, “Necromancers are very, very rare Aaron, they are rare than the pure bloods.”