Argus Harry Potter Novels & Stories

He stared at me and when he saw that nothing had happened to me he faced the masked man again. "What's your motive?" Felix asked and gripped the sword tightly. "Chill!" laughable at his answer. He touched his blue mask. And a moment later he slowly removed that. Felix and I were both surprised by what we saw. "A-argus?" He smiled at Felix. While I was really surprised thoroughly. What the fuck . . . How . . . "Yup, I'm Argus. The new alpha of Doldrums." Sugarmaui-

The older woman’s once-proud figure had been reduced to a shadow of itself, but Denise was certain she would recognize her. As the hours passed, pack members wandered by, some pausing to inspect her talismans. Denise played her role flawlessly, answering their questions with the wisdom of an old seer. Every so often, she caught glimpses of the Alpha—a tall, imposing man with piercing eyes that seemed to see through her. She recognized him as Argos, the proud and ambitious half-brother of Morgan. She avoided his gaze, knowing that any slip could mean her end.

It was frustrating that I was putting up such a front, yet he could see right through me. “Is it not my duty General, to protect my people no matter what. If I have to give my life to make my Kingdom safe, I would. Just as you would as well.” The door opened with a loud groan. Argus, my father’s Advisor, appeared before us. A grim, tight lipped expression upon his face. He was older than the General by at least 30 years. Pale white with saggy skin, almost like it was ready to peel off his body. His head was bald with liver spots scattered about. Large wire brimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, slightly sliding off as he bowed in my presence. He wore a white robe with a golden rope t

He should have at least come to see his baby once. Shaking my head incredulously, I said, “What kind of a father is he? Doesn’t he want to see his daughter?” Aurora’s pursed her lips and a few drops of tears rolled down her cheeks. She deserved someone much better. God knows how she got stuck up with that B******! Aurora let out a long deep sigh and croaked out, “For that pighead, Teetee is just a means to get ‘The Heart of Magic’.”

The old man, who was none other than Harry, appeared to narrow his eyes, revealing the yellow glow emanating from his brown eyes. "Good... Now we only need to wait for when they'll move after this warning," Harry mumbled, "I won't let them resurrect Celestria so easily," Harry added. "Who are you, actually? Why did you offer help to me when you don't even know me? Is it because you know I despise Viggo and Karina for what they did to my legs?" Lucas asked. "You'll soon find out... Lucas," Harry said in a whisper, adding a mysterious tone to the man who served as the vessel for the Lycan.

She couldn’t seem to take a grasp of what was happening. “You were the last servant in his room, and yet you still dare to deny it?!” The warrior named Thomas groaned angrily. “We saw the fucking knife in your belongings! Don't you ever try to deny it!” “I didn't do it! Please, spare my life!” Argus begged in front of them. “I swear to the Moon goddess that I never tried to harm our Alpha. I've been a loyal servant for years already!”

So run! The threat of Argus hung heavily in the air. People shifted uneasily on their feet. Argus looked like Apollo on his way to slay Python. His handsome visage morphed into a demonic one with red eyes and clenched teeth. For his sister, he could start a wildfire anywhere. Nothing else mattered to him.

Isis questioned. “As the lore and Laraine’s will both indicate, only a true Argyris Alpha may hold the scepter. This then means the one who can hold the scepter is the one that can claim the pack. This follows the Excalibur rule that only the one true king could wield it.” Godric explained. “That makes sense. But what about the Harry Potter references? Harry Potter was certainly after Laraine’s time.” Isis pointed out. “The sword of Godric Gryffindor only appears to a worthy Gryffindor. Like a chosen successor. This may mean the scepter won’t show itself to just anyone.” Godric continued his logic. Isis’s eyes lit up.

I took a breath, the scent of her—faint vanilla underlying the sharp smell of gun oil—anchoring me to the mission. ​"Two blocks," I rasped, forcing my focus back to the HUD. "The entrance is through an old silk press. If Arthur is still alive, he’ll be in the sub-basement." ​Arthur was a relic of a different era. He was a man who had once been the lead cryptographer for the Architects, a genius who had helped build the very foundations of the "Argus" AI—the global surveillance net that now hunted us. When the Architects tried to "retire" him with a bullet to the back of the head, he had vanished into the London underground, becoming a ghost-broker for anyone with enough gold to pay his price

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the