Novel & Cerita Argus Harry Potter

This force transformed into a smoky figure, taking on the shape of a beast with malevolent eyes fixed on him. It was only at that moment that the pain finally subsided. Lucian filled his lungs with air, his eyes widening as if he had just been saved from the brink of death. "I have warned you many times," Argus snarled, sending shivers down the back of his neck.

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

I shout, he looks down at the ground and shockingly begins to cry. I move even further away slightly feeling like this was gonna take a bad turn, he wipes his eyes looking at me tears rolling down his face. "Layla listen to me, I know the things I do are scary but I always have yours and Gabbie's best interests at heart" he starts, I stare at him utterly confused, who the heck is he taking about?! "I know you hate the life I live but it's just this one last job, you'll wait outside with Gabbie and straight after it's done we'll run away with each other" he cries, but he wasn't looking at me he was looking around the woods, is this guy hallucinating? "I know baby but trust me, nothing is gonn

ALEXA'S POV “Mr. Morgan is not my type, just as I'm not his type. This was just a mistake," I said, and I saw how his face turned cold, with his eyes as dark as an abyss and emitting a deathly aura. He looked so wicked and dangerous, yet so handsome, like a dark angel. He ran his hand through his hair and looked at me intently. He took in slow and calculated breaths, clenching his fists and releasing them. I realized he must be trying to calm himself down and not flare up at my words.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

"Oh, we all know you find him to be so. He feels it too you know? The way you look at him?" "Ragon!" Argus calls out interrupting our conversation while sprinting towards him at full speed as fast as his little feet can take him. As soon as he reaches him Ragon crouches down by his feet and ruffles his hair. It has been merely a week and those two were prompt to forge a close bond. I informed Ragon that Argus's dream is to be a top warrior and that he also holds the capability to be a strong beta in the future. In return, he promised that he will train him accordingly and make sure his dreams are fulfilled.

She said, looking specifically at me. "What? I'm practically not the one you should be saying that to. He's the one who's out of control." O exaggerated, growling at this Argus guy. And what kind of name is Argus? It's stupid! "Let me help you up." She said, offering her hand which I happily accepted. "So he's your mate. Not that I'm criticizing but he doesn't seem somewhat, how do I say this..." He put his hand on his chin as if he was in a deep thought.

Its face was a smooth, featureless visor of glowing blue. It didn't breathe. It didn't make a sound. It hung from the ceiling like a spider, synthetic limbs unfolding with a series of hydraulic hisses. Sarah Jenkins didn't hesitate. She fired the disruptor. The blue light of the Harvester’s visor flickered, but it didn't go dark. The new Argus update was feeding it power directly from the estate's backup grid. The Harvester hissed, its fingers elongating into three-inch surgical needles. "Go!" Sarah screamed, stepping into the path of the machine.