Alex Sharp Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"I have no intention of harming you," Harry clarifies, face soured by the thought. "I would never harm a pregnant Omega, much less you, carrying the last line of Black." "My child will never be part of your sick twisted shit," Ariadne hisses. "You can go f*ck yourself." Harry laughs, eyes sparkling as if Ariadne had just complimented his pinstripe suit. "God, you're perfect. Like a lily, a perfect Madonna Lily," Harry says, and it causes Ariadne to nearly vomit.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

I try to play it cool but the blush creeping up on me is not helping. "Y-Yeah..uh..see you?" End the damn call Ash! And seriously is Harry so easily fooled? Well he hasn't been around Ash much so he doesn't know his voice and Ash is a real expert at imitating but still..what an idiot.. "Can't wait to have you under me...The things I will do to you when I get my hands on you..uh...darling.My Angel I can't wait until I have you trembling-" "ASH! WHO ARE YOU ON THE PHONE WITH? SHOW ME THE BASTARD'S NAME I WILL KILL THAT BASTARD AND LOCK YOU IN MY ROOM!" I clasp my hand around my mouth in horror as I realise Alexander walked in on Ash.

Shaking his head, he let out a sigh and said, “Christian? Guess what, you’re with us.” “Are you serious?” Christian asked, stepping over to join them. “As serious as a stake through the heart,” Aaron assured him. “Ward, this is Christian....” “Henry,” he supplied. “Christian Henry.” “Nice to meet you. Do you happen to know where we can find Morris?” “Yes, he’s that bowling-ball-shaped fellow standing over there,” Christian noted. “Perfect,” Ward acknowledged. “He’s also our Healer.” “Really?” Christian questioned. “Interesting.”

I got out of the car and was making my way into the building when I heard someone calling my name. I turned to see Chris, my other best friend. Yeah, we kinda have the same name. Kris. Chris. He walked up to me and hugged me, "You look like shit." He said in my ear. "Trust me. I know." "Beautiful shit, nonetheless." He grinned, releasing me from our embrace. What the hell? There’s no such thing as beautiful shit. But then, that's Chris for you. "OMG…guys, have you seen the new students?" Lexi came rushing towards us.

If it wasn’t an Alpha then he must be a powerful Lycan to be able to have so much control over the mind of a half-wolf. “GIVE ME A FUCKING NAME, HARRY,” I yelled, my voice echoing across the room. My fangs were out and I was ready to tear him to pieces if he didn’t. My patience was wearing out as well. “Draenei”

She had figured out that could help kill the monster. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

I heard the door slam open and the object of my thoughts came in leaving it open behind him. "Ah, you're finally awake,” he said mockingly, his ruddy face giving me a sinister smile, "Okay, so I can tell you about my plans. In an hour, I will meet your faithful dog. He will give me what I want, I will give him what he wants. I’ll go very far and very fast and thus we will all come out winning, don’t you think?” Faithful dog? Alex. My heart beat wildly. Alex was alive and fighting for me.

He appears young at perhaps 20 years old, relatively short height, very slim, long shaggy brown hair, and his nerves give him a complexion that makes him seem ill. “I’m Lucas Potter of the Blood Eclipse pack. Alpha Derek has sent me with a letter addressed to Alpha Max,” he states, growing paler with each passing second. His expression says he thinks this will be his last day on Earth.

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.