Albus Severus Potter Novels & Stories

And right now, I am not sure I want to. For a moment, he doesn't answer. Swaying the sound of music, suddenly faint in my ears, I concentrate on him. Perhaps if I wasn't drunk on the moment, I would pay more to the shadows that seem to surround us, tugging me closer to him. His youth appears suddenly, as he smiles with dancing eyes. "Jasper." "Like the Alpha of Devotion?" I ask breathlessly. It strikes me that I don't doubt it. But I should...It should be impossible that I am dancing in his arms right now.

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

I sat there though, wrapping my hands around his shoulder as I laid my head on his back and hoped that was going to be enough for him. I thought of who could have taken Albert so we could know how to find him. It couldn't have been the dark wizard as he had been injured and couldn't morph into his physical form. The only apprentice that I knew with him was Sasha and she was dead. I had been there when she was buried so there could be no doubt about that. I was convinced that she was dead. I didn't think that the dark wizard had had the time to form a relationship or an alliance with another person who could be his apprentice who could do his dirty work before he was struck with the reversal

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.

They could see me. “Hello,” I called to them. “Can you see me? I need help – I don’t know what happened to me, Dalton and Lucas can’t see me. They can’t hear me and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know -” I saw Dalton’s father first, the man in the picture, the previous Alpha of the Crescent Moon pack, who had long since been dead. “You’re Dalton’s father,” I exclaimed, a tremor of surprise and delight shivering through me. “It’s you, isn’t it? How can it be? How are you…?”

Their faces look like big blurry shapes in my eyes, and the thumping drums sound like they are miles away inside my head. The master of the hall slides open a thick oak door at the back of the stone corridor, pushing Seraphina and me into a private elder's room. A heavy cherry-wood table sits in the center with two clean horns and a jar of strong fire-mead. At the far end of the table sits Harvey Dunkel. His black leather tunic tightly hugs his massive alpha shoulders, tapering down to his thick belt. His dark mahogany fur-hair is slicked back flat against his skull, showing a wide forehead with a deep scar across the bone. His eyes are a pale, cold amber with heavy eyelids—they look nothing

I state irritatingly wondering who could be disrupting our conversation. One of the maids walked in, "Alpha" "Yes?" "The Luna is awake."

No wonder his father had doubts about him inheriting the throne. When I didn’t make any move, he turned his full attention to me. His face, which looked smooth from a distance, had a tiny pulse on it, making him look disgusting. “Are you deaf?” I shook my head. “Sorry, sir.” I lifted the jug and poured it for him. His hand moved slowly on my silver hair. He whistled. “I love Silver hair.” Then he turned to his father. “Ever since I saw that silver wolf at Craig’s hideout, I had developed something for Silver.” Then he dismissed me like I wasn’t worth his time.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. ~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince. •• Noor sat besides her father, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady beeping of the monitors, a background noise that seemed to dull the white noise within her head.

As I take my seat beside her the door starts to knock, i lean over to help cut her bacon when Inks voice fills the apartment. "Sorry for being late, I've been stuck in early meetings" he apologises, walking in wearing his signiue black suit. "Uncle Rod!" Amelia shouts really loudly, launching a single bean across the room "sorry mama" she says looking down at her plate, I rub her arm telling her it was okay, as ink takes his seat. "I seen your new add on the tv the other day, you're really doing well for yourself ink- I mean Rod" I smile, accidentally calling him the name he doesn't like.