Archway Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Marcus followed him, his boots clicking rhythmically against the wet asphalt. The transition from the outdoor lot to the interior of Building 4 was like moving from a graveyard to a surgical theater. The air was air-conditioned to a precise, chilly sixty-eight degrees, smelling faintly of carpet cleaner and high-end espresso. The lobby, which had for years been dominated by a massive digital screen looping trailers for The Vanguard: Reconnaissance, was now blank. A stark, white corporate logo—the abstract geometric shape of the parent conglomerate—had replaced the hyper-saturated colors of the heroes.

"But I served my timeout." Serenity laughed. "Leave him alone, Jackson. He's adorable. Hello, Archie." "Good afternoon, Grand Duchess," Archie bowed perfectly. Then he turned to Aurora, who was hiding behind Alex's leg, peeking out curiously. Aurora’s eyes flashed violet. The pebbles around her feet started to float. She was nervous. Usually, kids ran away when her "magic" started. Archie didn't run. He walked forward and held out the box.

"You'll have to burn through every century of this Archive to get to us!" Kaden didn't stay down. He grabbed a jagged shard of the shattered dome—glass infused with the Archive’s own energy—and drove it into the leg of the nearest witch. She howled, her emerald blood sizzling against the holy light of the Spire. "Finish it, Kael!" I shouted, the strain of holding back the witches' shadows causing blood to leak from my nose.

One stupid woman even said she would willingly give herself to him and make babies with him if he just gave her a glance. I also found out that he was the infamous Morgan Wright, the CEO of Wright Corporation and the heir to the Wright Empire. Before my uncle finished making his call, the whispers around me had already given me a vague impression of the handsome man, and I had also come to the conclusion; he was an arrogant jerk.

If my wolf hadn’t been quick enough, he’d be barely more than ash beneath my feet. And he knows it.. Swallowing hard, Hawthorne’s chest is heaving as he looks down at me, his eyes wide. “Couldn’t you sense who it was, Apple? Not many witches can open a portal inside the center of a packhouse, especially not one warded by Araminta Thorpe!”

Harry acts like he doesn’t even notice how awful the drink looks and downs it in one go with a smile. “Well… now that we’re all here, not that I knew we were actually expecting so many people, would you be able to answer some questions about magic for us Cam?” I ask. She nods. “Of course, one second.” She waves over another young woman who is also bartending and lets her know that she is taking a break for a little while. The other woman confirms and then Cam gestures for us to all follow her through to a small back room. It’s filled with every type of alcohol and mixer I can imagine and there is what looks like a Witches magic circle in the corner of the room. There is also a caged metal sh

Yora gave each creature the same amount of attention. Yora sipped her tea from a cup she held in her hand. It seemed as if she didn't understand why Archer was searching for her, and she looked at Archer as if she was confused. When she noticed Archer coming down the stairs, she had already taken the cup's lip out of her lips and placed it in her hand.. He grasped the bottom of the cup with her palm and clutched it tight with it. "In the castle I own, it's too early to start yelling and screaming. Some of my witches could feel uncomfortable."

“What do you mean?” I closed my eyes for a brief moment, allowing Ru to help me focus. The presence of witches was clear, their foul magic lingering in the air like a poison. But there was something else, something more… twisted. “There are witches inside,” I said slowly, “but they’re not alone. There are other creatures with them… I can feel tainted wolves.” Archer’s expression shifted, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed what I said. Then, his lips curled into a dangerous smile, and I saw the familiar glint in his eyes—blood red and predatory. His wolf was rising to the surface, just like mine.

Elysia, When they dragged me through the castle corridor, I expected shackles. Maybe a blade to my throat. At the very least, a magical seal to silence me. Like that wizard threw a flaming arrow towards me. But instead, they gave me to him. Bryan Archerys. The infamous Archerys. From the knowledge I could gather, Bryan Archerys was the Master of the Wizards in the borderline town. One of the strongest and perverted Man. I thought I would have to show my real identity to escape.

Father Jason says before bolting for the portal with Father Jackson on his heels. I laugh as they disappear with tears sliding down my face. The portal closes, and a weird shiver in the air slides over the field. Where my mother's portal was is now an archway. The archway looks as if it is filled with smoke, but I immediately know what it is....it is the only path to Miranda. Loud cracks fill the air around me, and I face the field full of naked wolves. "Alphas follow me. All Riverstone Guards around the archway immediately. No one leaves," I order, and my voice rings in my ears.