Albus Severus Potter Novels & Stories

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.

I ask, good thinking Freya you're getting better at this, he looks at me taking the baby sitting on the bed. "Anthony Richards, I don't actually have a middle name," he explains, well at least I know his name now and did it in a very clever way if I do say so myself "do you have a middle name?" He asks I freeze but eventually shake my head, I did actually have one it was Marie, but I wasn't about to tell him that. He puts the bottle in Amelia's mouth where she actually starts to drink it, he must have had some experience with children.

Chapter 12 Arthur’s POV Luke looks so familiar. But where have I seen him before? I will definitely find out. His height is intimidating. Not for me though. He’s taller than I am, his frame is massive and broad, boulder-like shoulders. He wore a black suit with white shirt, black tie and black neat shoes. He looks very organized and a man with power. If he is a werewolf, I would have seen him in maybe one of the Alphas meeting.

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

he shook his head. "What is the name of this man he was looking for?" Alpha Jones asked softly. "Mark. Some call him Potter's boy" he nodded. "I know him" Alpha Jones clicked his tongue. "He was the destroyer of Potter's Manor" he sighed weakly. "What do you think Alpha Nolan want with him?" David asked in confusion. "Mark is a sorcerer. A destructive sorcerer" he asserted. "Alpha Nolan with a man like that, ultimate end" he gasped.

Wuhlricht pinched his thigh just to confirm that everything was happening in reality. "Sects like the Horizon Sect don't even have a fifth-grade low-rank alchemist, right? Severin must be the world's one and only fifth-grade low-rank alchemist," Gilda exclaimed in excitement. Severin's rapid ascent to becoming a fifth-grade low-rank alchemist was nothing short of astonishing.

He had never really bothered finding measures against the poison of the wolfsbane because it was lost and forgotten. The only reason why he even recognized the smell was because Tempe Baltasar, his mentor and teacher had used the last seed that was kept in the royal family's untouchable heirlooms to show him and his son, in one of his lessons. That was the first and the last he ever saw of it. "Rojan," he whispered from his position on the floor. By now, most of the guests would have left and the music along with the noise would have quieted down somewhat. His beta should be able to hear his voice from wherever he is on the property.

he asked mockingly. "Xavier, how is it possible?" his aunt's voice instantly put him on alert. Even Sebastian sat up straighter. "What happened?" the Alpha King asked. "The magical spell I had cast on the library, the section that comprises books about our Kind has been breached... by a human girl."

“What do you want?” “For you to stop asking Becca directly about the potion,” the person replied. “I am Lucas Kade, by the way, and judging by the vampire stink in the air, you must be Alexander Insworthe.” He extended a hand to shake, smiling with his dimples popping out.