Alex Sharp Harry Potter Novelas e Histórias

Harry asked, his voice low but sharp, demanding the truth. Alex swallowed hard, the lump in his throat making each word a struggle. He took a deep breath and recounted everything—the box, Logan’s transformation, the fire, the chaos, and Rafael’s terrifying fury. Every detail, every moment of uncontrolled power, he relayed with care, aware that Harry’s reaction would be crucial. Harry listened silently, his face darkening as each revelation sank in. His fists clenched briefly, a flash of fear and anger crossing his features, then subsiding under his usual calm authority.

Alejandro smirks. The words feel like a punch to the gut. I know that about Dad. I’ve been his test subject for years… I can hear Charlotte’s heart thud before she moves closer to me, her eyes filled with sadness as she wraps her arms around one of mine. Kiara and Delsanra exchange looks, and Alejandro’s smirk fades as he watches us intently. “So uh… Apophis, as in the Egyptian god of Chaos?” Charlotte asks, trying to lighten the tension.

Jamison grab my hand and let me sit down on the bed that he previously rolling around. "You see brother we can't agree on what show a certain character appeared." Gabriel started. I furrow my eyebrow."Who?" "Aloysious Snuffleupagus." Jamison replied. Who? "He's in harry potter right?" Gab said. "No! I told you I heard that name in Star Wars!" Jamison rebut. "No way! He doesn't sound like from a scifi show!" Gab exclaimed. "He's the hairy one!" Jamison said dignantly. "That's chewbacca." I said.

Within seconds, the scared vampire becomes vicious and insane. I see the part where they had just captured Alpha Tate. He keeps fighting back, but they are weakening him with wolf bane and tasers. “Why are they really doing all this?” I ask loudly, knowing that we don’t know the answer. This is ridiculous. “They are looking for one blood type. Your blood.” Alpha Tate comes out of nowhere, standing in the kitchen doorway. He’s looking a little better than before. And what he just said, he’s referring to me.

Charlotte POV I was once told that if you follow your heart your life should never come with sorrow or pain, because you never let yourself or anyone do wrong to you. Man were they wrong. Not one person helped prepare me for the moment I’m supposed to hand myself over to the person that wants to kill me. What’s death anyways? Alex cares, I can tell by the way he looks at me that he doesn’t want me to go. I wasn’t expecting him to fall in love with me, honestly wasn’t expecting me to fall in love with him either. He’s charm is different from all the men I’ve seen or talked to. He’s tough, knows how to keep people out. I don’t know if he has other weaknesses but I’ve noticed that I’ve become o

As Arosh battles and attempts to get away from Harry's hug. "Damn it Harry! Release me!" Arosh expressed apprehensively to Harry, as she felt he was intending to follow through with something. All things considered, are you terrified of apparitions or me?' Harry asked while checking her lips out 'Damn Harry! Delivered me or disaster will be imminent” "Or probably what? Then, at that point, Harry turned her on the bed and she was currently lying on the bed and Harry was on top of her. Will you send me to Hell or cover me alive? "Grinning Harry ridiculed her.

Its strength surpassed that of the scent of blood, and was stronger than the expensive cologne he wore, that even now I could smell. “Apologize to your Luna.” When Asher spoke his voice resembled the endless pit I had seen in his eyes, the very one I somehow chased away using magic. His hair wasn’t even disheveled from the fight—his heart rate barely elevated. His spine was made of pure steel, as rigid and unbreakable as his stance. Clint Armstrong sucked in a deep, shaky breath and spat a wad of saliva and blood at my feet.

Alice POV I was in shock when I saw Harry appear in front of me wearing ripped jeans. Adidas trainers and a white t-shirt. His t-shirt hugged his muscles showing of the perfection under the fabric. He put a baseball cap on and we walked out of the bedroom. We walked past the press unnoticed which made me happy. I don’t know how to react in front of them.

His voice was cold and distant, just like his eyes. "Lena," I replied in panic, blinking my eyes continuously as I moved my hand over to my belly to guard it from any attempted punch. I can't forget the sharp, heartbreaking pain I got from the first punch he gave me not long ago. "My name is Hutton and I want you to know that I'm your worst nightmare, your terror, and the very person you will regret ever meeting. I'm one of the greatest Alpha Princes. No one can save you from me after you succeeded in putting the person I dearly love into coma." He paused and breathed roughly.

He flexes his fingers by his sides. “Fuck,”he mutters. A moment later, the boy half runs, half stumbles through the gate and some of the tension in the alpha’s expression softens. John’s coppery hair is plastered to his forehead and he’s clasping the hand of a brunette girl around his age. She’s wearing the uniform of the kitchen maids, and has an angry scar across her cheek. My eyes narrow in distaste at the brand on her neck—one of Marius’s ways of identifying the Wolves he has working for him in the castle.