Argus Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Way to throw me under the bus in an instant. The boy looked up, giving me a clear view of his face. Flawless skin, way to flawless for his own good with pale skin. His hairs were jet black and a pair of round glasses sat over his nose. If I didn't know better, I would say Harry Potter had come to life. All in all, he was an absolute nerd. He stared at Alex's outstretched hand in terror before turning his gaze to me and locked there. 'Her... her eyes... they a-are-'

'' shouted Aefar after getting permission from Harry. With the aura that Aefar had, he could quickly get those who were all there to shift their focus to him. The long and tiring debate finally ended with their eyes all fixed on Aefar. Harry also introduced Aefar as his assistant. They all widened at the extremely unusual appearance of Aefar, but they still couldn't take their eyes off due to a feeling of amazement. Not only was his appearance way above average, but the aura he had was also very dignified.

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!”

Then they would manipulate and bribe the sentries and guards of the castle and make way for Argus and the army to break in. “ Are you sure your leg is not paining anymore?”, Argus asked Fabian who was strapping the lace of his sandals. “ No. I am perfectly fine”, he smiled back. From the night before, when Argus had accepted their relationship, Fabian had been flying high in happiness. It felt as if he had been dozed in a barrel full of an energetic potion. He felt positive and his brain felt far more active than before.

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.

Does he really think so low of me? "Ha! You sound as if you are afraid of the little dragon. She doesn't even kbow gow to use her magic or shift. Hell she might not even be able to use both because she is of human blood as well. Why do you fret so much?" Argus replied, amusement in his voice. There was a heavy slam on the table and a pattering of feet. I braced myself against the wall and prayed he wouldn't come out.

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

I bumped into Henry, a sorcerer who had saved me on my way to the southern pack claiming that I was digging my own grave if I dared to go there. I don't fully trust Henry for now but he wasn't as bad as I had imagined him to be. He has been quite helpful, one could say. I wanted to sever all ties with Sage and not ever walk back into his life or have anything to do with him but fate had other plans for us, now I am bounded to him completely. I am carrying his heir and I’m sure if not now, sooner or later he’d come to figure out my whereabouts, I can hide under Henry's cocoon for too long