Argus Harry Potter Novels & Stories

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

I turned around to glare at him and move away from him but as usual he pulled me closer by my waist and whispered in my ear in an intimidating tone "Be good" Those words were enough for me to stop moving away from him and without knowing I started moving to the place where I had to get the things. We went to the hidden magical market that was named after a famous wizard Alvin, Alvinelly. I bought all the things I would require to prevent anyone from recognising me and then I bought the things that I would require to escape from James without him noticing. He didn't understand my reason for buying so many things and as he knew nothing about them, I could easily buy them without much questioni

He tried to kill his son but he failed, the reason to drive his son to asked for his death. "You won't say that after I kill you." The boy billows. Argus laughed boisterously together with his company. A sudden event happened that cut their laughter. Argus head rolling on the ground wide eye. 'What the hell happened?' Nathaniel asked himself. How? He didn't see anything or any movement or event sense something different. Argus just laughing, now his head dettached from his body. The boy. No it can't be. He didn't move. His senses was on high alert. Any turbulence in a change of atmospere he can detect it in a precise way. What just happened is mystical.

Only July could understand him, give comfort. "July, I missed you... I need your help, July...” Lament Argus in solitude. The more distant his relationship with July becomes, the more Argus loses sense of identity. Continuing to deal with Minerva tires him and further crazes. The only limit of Argus ' remaining sanity and awareness he holds tight is the determination to get back together with July even though another woman is pregnant with his child. ***

There is another mission. Sebastian joined the same team on the fight. As the time passes, his observation has helped those troops fighting against Hodor’s forces. They are fighting the same kind of monsters and the job is losing its excitement. What they are only doing is controlling and securing those who are weak from the monsters that could do them harm. “Tell me,” Argus called for his attention. He walks with one hand on his pocket and the other hand is holding the handle of the sword while it lays on top of his shoulder.

The room reeked of chemicals and tension. “A package for me at this time of night?” Argent’s voice filled the space, her silver hair gleaming in the dim light as she turned to face him. Her gaze was predatory, assessing. Hound dropped the rope, the boy’s body slumping lifelessly to the floor. He stood silent, his mind racing. Another Seer. Not just any Seer. Argent—a name whispered with both fear and awe. “Who would have guessed a deal with Binge gone wrong would cause this much trouble, eh?” she said, chuckling darkly.

She wore a white dress as per the empress’s attire in San Coro and a snake shaped crown on her head. “Knights and soldiers have been dispatched to face the ground. They are holding ground for now. We are not sure what the enemy will do.” Argus said with his arms crossed. Argus was a lion beastman. His entire body was covered in brown slightly reddish fur. His mane, that could also be considered as his hair, covered his head and neck. He wore an attire similar to Alfredo’s but was dark green in colour and it also had many badges. His eyes were light blue that contrasted his fur.

“I thought I’d find any link to a guy called Argus Argus Markus. I learned that he use to work here” “Can you call his name again?” “Argus Argus Markus” “Its a spell, Rikas. Its a piece from a magic spell” “What? No… Are you serious?” “Argus Argus Markus Argus Sapphire Sapphire Black. That’s how it goes. I read it sometimes back when I was ten. It is the magic spell created by the four children of the Dordon Wizard” “In…sane” “I know. Where did it come from? Who told you its a name? Well, I know they are names, but not really names when you combine them all together”

All of them within range had felt the magic, and the feeling of it was written across their faces in different combinations of the same essential ingredients, unease, fascination, the particular wariness of people who have just encountered something they do not have a category for. A werewolf with magic. I understood the reaction. I had spent long enough being the thing people didn’t have a category for to recognize it on sight. “Perhaps Lady Sage would prefer somewhere private.” Argos materialized at my right side with the timing of someone who had been watching carefully and had chosen his moment well. He was good at that, appearing when he was needed without making his watching visible. I

He handed Reinhardt a crumpled, blood-stained paper. The words were barely legible, written in a frantic, trembling hand. Most of it was smudged, torn, or soaked through. But one thing was unmistakable. One phrase, jagged and carved into the paper with such force the letters nearly tore through: ARGUS PANOPTES. The room went dead silent. Even Helga froze. And Reinhardt knew. whatever nightmare they feared… …it had already begun. “Siegfried… can you tell us what happened?” Kasper rose to his feet, the first time in the entire meeting he’d done so.