Abraxans Harry Potter Novels & Stories

To see one up close was terrifying. "You really shouldn't be scared of him, you know. Baku is the last of his kind, and one of my dearest friends." The high priestess came closer to his bed and surprised him by holding out her hand, "I'm Quinley, the headmistress at Ravenclaw. It's a pleasure to meet you." Feeling at a distinct disadvantage, given that he was still in his birthday suit, Brax nevertheless took her hand and shook it, "I'm Braxton." He volunteered reluctantly.

I asked in order for me to confirm my theory. He peered up at me and answered with a confused expression, "No, I've never seen him like this before." Alpha Jaxon stirred a little and we all jumped back in fright, he might be down, who knew if this was one of his tricks, each and every one of us here, save from Harry knew the extent of his powers and we knew it wouldn't be that easy to take him down. "What do you think is wrong with him?" Bryan asked as he stood at his full height, and so did Harry.

I don't know why that causes my stomach to drop and twist. "You think just because something isn't right, it's wrong." Another bone cracks, and this time Harry is on all fours. "You have no idea what I have done for this pack." A growl escapes him, and my hands turn clammy. "You think you're doing the right thing, but just take a look at yourself." Cracking sounds tear through the air as Harry's clothes start to rip off his skin. "You brought in a troupe to fight the so-called people that you want to save." He howls as fur starts to cover his skin.

Pursing his lips, he pointed at Caleb as he continued, "You need to understand that I'm not going to win in a fight against that guy. You're way too cocky for your own good, boy. He would have killed you if I didn't intervene." "Hehehe…" Caleb chuckled. "I mean, we're in Calebton—won't your reputation take a blow if that fossil managed to hurt me?" "Ugh, again with the sycophancy!" Brax waved him off, snorting. "Alright, just head to Court Lazuli already—I'm gone now." Then, he nodded slightly at Luna, whose cheeks were beet-red before turning to leave. Caleb rubbed his chin, his eyes narrowed. "Elder Brax was a sword cultivator. I never knew that."

"One of the most powerful packs in Europe." The silence stretched for a beat too long. Then Sabrina shrieked. "YOU'RE DATING ARTHUR HENDRIX?" "I- how do you know his full name?" "How do I-" Sabrina looked at the others incredulously. Arthur Hendrix is literally famous! He's like, werewolf royalty! There are entire gossip blogs dedicated to tracking his movements!" "I heard he once killed fifty wolves single-handedly in a territory dispute," Hermione added. "I heard he can shift into some kind of ancient armored wolf form," Oprah said. "Like, covered in black scales."

Felt everything. For fuck’s sake… have they really forgotten who I am? I am Lycan King Abraham Namtaru, a name sealed in power and given by Zubat. Every time I see my old name, Harry Xavier, etched on the magic blade, rage boils in me. That name was weakness. It died when I rose. I do not speak often, but when I do, the world listens… or burns. Ruler of the Lycan Kingdom. Alpha of Alphas. Every wolf that prowls this earth lives and dies by my will. Their fate is mine to decide.

Out of all the Alphas, he was the least interested in breaking the rules. “I’d heard you were already back on your feet but I didn’t really believe them,” Brax said. “It’s been a crazy few days,” he answered. Brax was an ally, but they had no interactions except the official ones. “What happened, Brax?” “To be honest, I’m still not sure. I woke up one night, and this witch was in my room. I still don’t know if she was real because she passed all my safeguards without triggering any alerts.” “She was real,” he answered as he looked over the camp.

Could a child of Hades despise goblins like me? Suddenly, there was a large split in the ground that went all the way to where Aubrey had halted, and hundreds of skeletons came from beneath the ground to form a long line to shield Aubrey from the orb's fire onslaught. I saw Aubrey holding a silver knife, the blade coated with a little of horse blood. It was a weapon steeped in the river Styx and cursed with horse blood, which scared goblins like me. I reflexively stepped away to protect, my eyes involuntarily fixed on Aubrey, and the dread in me grew to its apex. Aubrey's eyes were absolutely dark, as if they had a peculiar power, emanating from a chilly beam that was focused at me. My limbs

It could have been a longer conversation, but at that moment a large goblin emerged from the bushes and blocked their way. He was big for a goblin. His olive body was mottled with red paint, and half of his face was painted black. Unlike most goblins, he had a full set of hair, shaved at the sides and tied in a thick, long braid. Even his hair had red streaks of paint on top. He held an impressive weapon in his right hand. And a very unusual weapon for a goblin. It looked like a halberd, but

I have to wait until Brax comes in with my breakfast. 'Fine.' How do I get myself out of this mess? I don't want to end up here for the rest of my life, or worse, die. As soon as his body breaks down the rest of the potion, our fake bond will disappear. The very bond I spent years nursing and keeping alive. It's about to be all for nothing. Brax is unlike any man in my brother's pack. They're all disgusting brutes. But not Brax. He knows how to hold himself back when I say no. He doesn't force himself on me. He's patient, loving, and—