Albus Severus Potter Novels & Stories

“Uh-huh. I hugged you really tight. I wanted your booboo to stop hurting.” Nathan frowned. “What are you talking about?” I looked at him. “I think…” The words felt fragile and enormous at once. “I think she’s healing me.” Nathan’s eyes widened. “What?” Sylvia spoke again, voice trembling with awe. She is Alpha born… and she is a healer. It runs in her veins. In that moment Nathan and I understood; our daughter, our Rosalyn was not simply an Alpha’s daughter. She was something far rarer. She was an Alpha born healer…

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.

"V-Voldemort." Some staff members flinched at the name. The cold sweat was still pouring off Albus' face, and he talked again. "Tom Marvolo Riddle was the birth name of Lord Voldemort. He was one of my students here in Hogwarts. I was the one that delivered his acceptance letter at the orphanage when he was eleven years old." Albus Dumbledore said with labored breathing. He looked up to Erik, and found him smiling at him. "See? Was it that difficult?"

"I'm actually looking forward to that day. I've prepared enough weapons to make this house a tomb for them. Besides, Albus is a former soldier. He's an expert in tactics and weapons." I let out a long gasp. "Albus? That old man?" "Don't let the gray hair fool you." "No wonder," I muttered honestly. "For an old man, his body is still very athletic. The muscles in his arms and thighs still look very solid. Whoa." Ronan suddenly stopped in his tracks. I stopped, too, confused. "Why?" He tilted his head, staring straight at me with a piercing gaze that made my breath catch in my throat. "You... do you like muscular men? You even paid such attention to Albus's thighs? If he heard this, he'd defin

“What the fuvk! those werewolves went into hiding? Where are they now? What is your plan?” “My plan is simple…” “Nothing you say is ever simple, Lucas.” Fabiano shook his head. He had known Lucas for long to believe his plan would be simple. “I am the lord of the Vampires after all…” he grinned evilly. “Hold up, how does this story take away the fact that they have an Alpha who wouldn’t sit back and watch us take over his throne?” Lauretha asked. “His name is Alpha Arthur. And as I am speaking to you right now, he will be dead in a few hours’ time and that is when we strike. This is top secret. No one else must learn of this until the mission is successful.”

Vador sighed as Aleister entered the study. "Call Alizon," Aleister said."Call her now" "Yes? You called for me,"a lady in white appeared.She had a white mark running from her hair down to her forehead,her hair was black. Alizon was a white witch,she was also Vador's godmother who stayed in the east empire disguised as an old lady.She was King Alarie's younger sister who was not killed when the dark witches had attacked because they didn't know about her. Only Vador and Aleister knew about her,she was a very powerful witch with healing powers and the ability to summon souls.

I walked slowly towards the bearded man. From what I see. Looks like, he's been waiting for me all this time. I saw a lot of wrinkles on his face. His beard was so long and white in color. Her hair is white too. If you've ever seen the principal in the Harry Potter films. Well, that's what it looks like. Big and creepy too.

"After you answer my last question." Anna swallowed nervously. "You say, Mr. Morris." "Do you remember what this Targary looks like?" To get Anna to describe his appearance in as much detail as possible, I guided her. "For example, does he have a thick mustache? Does he look like he's in his forties or fifties?" "No, Mr. Morris." Anna frowned, her gaze carrying a hint of confusion. "This Mr. Targary doesn't have a mustache. He's neither in his forties nor fifties. He looks very young, just like... just like you."

Paul had an old classmate named Albus Copperfield who dabbled a little in witchcraft and dark magic on the side, so he was the best person to contact for these kinds of "mystical" issues. Albus came to our house that very night. When he glanced at my baby, he heaved a sigh of relief and said, "It's a good thing that you discovered the issue with that gold bangle and removed it. Otherwise, it wouldn't only be your baby's body that would be transferred. Your sister would have siphoned all of your luck away, too!

"He says they're lucky Abaddon was out with a girl for most of the night, if he'd been in a deep sleep when the rogues got there, he may have been killed." "No way. Abaddon's strong enough to fight off Rogues, look at what he did for Sera in the woods. He'll make the best Alpha." Tabitha gushes and I feel a twist of something in my stomach, it can't be jealousy, everyone's always treated him like he's something Godlike and Tabitha has never even tried to hide her admiration for him. It's always irritated me, but mainly because I thought he didn't deserve it, this feels different.