Novel & Cerita Blood Traitor Harry Potter

he said. My brows furrowed. “Do you suddenly care about me?” “If you have a scar on your face from Caelthorn–” I rolled my eyes. Of course, this was still about his pack. “Your reputation will be ruined. I understand.” *** “That was the best thing I ever watched!” Harry exclaimed. Harry was one of the cooks. He was actually from a Beta family that had been framed and exiled, and then ended up here with his parents in the Caelthorn pack.

The traitors finally made their way here. "What is it? Are you here to give me a lift? How loyal!" Blood Sickle taunted. Even though he was grievously injured, he still had an extraordinary temper, especially when he saw his former henchmen. Even if he had to face them all single-handedly, he would never retreat cowardly.

“In the end, you got me, didn't you, hybrid?” “Harry!” the Alpha growled at him. But before approaching, I launched myself at the beta, digging my claws deeper into his belly. “Go back to hell where you came from, cursed beta!” I exclaimed, gasping and staggering to the side, when a roar echoed near the fender exit. Harry transformed into a man, falling to the ground. In time, his brother, already in human form, held him and looked at his belly, completely blackened by the poison of darkness.

I knew why Damien’s blood was the only thing that could put him down for good. The old pack legends called it the Blood Oath Curse. A rogue who swore on the blood of an Alpha gained a kind of immunity. Blade wouldn’t bite, venom wouldn’t spread, bones would mend too fast. Harry had sworn on Damien’s blood the night he pulled Damien out of a rogue ambush five years ago. Stupid. Noble. Fatal. Since then, nothing I threw at him stuck. I’d tried poisons. He’d sweat them out. I’d tried silver.

A performance check after this allotted period was also included in that agreement. As this problem was easily solved, I spread the map again and poured Zayden’s blood in it, harnessing the aura of mother nature. “The blood vow has been broken with the power infested by the Heaven in me. I, whisperer Helena, command you to reveal your identity.” I added a pinch of soil from the backyard and focused my concentration on the blood, it started flowing from the starting point. A child Alpha with me, who must have witnessed countless magical spells in his life, clapped happily.

I asked. "In parts... You and James are going to be friends. He's also a person with similar plans." Victor replied. "I'll need to take your blood and give it to Charlotte... I have a small container that's perfect for this, it helps block smells, so Soren won't smell you, because I'll also give him one with my blood." "Can he take other bloods?" I asked. "I don't think so, but I have a pact with him, a very old one, older than he has with the heads of houses, and I think that gives me an advantage. If my blood doesn't work, then Charlotte can give her blood." Victor replied.

“You don’t mean…” The twin nodded. “Harry.” The name rang through the air like a bell. Harry.... The one Morwen had crushed. The one who's more mysterious than Morwen,the boy who challenged Headmistress Morwen's authority without fear, who had sought the Queen before his time, who had tormented me so much and left me almost losing my senses.The one Morwen destroyed sometime ago. And now… “She wants Harry?” I asked. “In a way,” the twin said. “Not whole. Not free. But present. Trapped between worlds. And Morwen? She’s about to use him.”

“I do. The Oracle said it has to be a choice made of love. I chose mine. I choose to end it.” Bianca’s breath caught, horror freezing her. “No. I won’t watch my daughter bleed for my sins.” Luna’s small hand reached out, touching the serpent crown. “Then teach me how to fight it, Mother. Don’t hide me from it. If this blood is cursed… then let me use it.” The crown pulsed violently, gold turning to crimson for a heartbeat. The air grew heavy, electric, and the shadows deepened around them like an audience awaiting its queen.

I struggled wildly, my nails leaving bloody scratches on their arms. One of them cursed and gripped my arm tighter. I could feel my bones groaning under the pressure. "You can't do this!" I screamed at Darren. "I'm your wife! This is your blood! The baby will die!" "Then let it die," Darren said, looking down at me. "A bastard with tainted blood doesn't deserve to live in this world." The moment the needle pierced my skin, a burning pain spread through my veins. The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body.

But he didn’t care, at this point, he didn’t care about anything anymore. The only light that shines before his eyes has faded, the only person he long loved, she was gone. Although, Harry’s target is Harold, targeting Antony will cause havoc and panic among the Valencia family, enough for the family to go unstable and crumble. Cristopher knew nothing of Harry’s true identity, he knew nothing of what Crystal and Antony found out. Once again, Cristopher fell for Harry’s course of manipulation for one last time. Seeing the poison downed by Antony, it wouldn’t be long until the slow-acting poison to end his life, just as how it ended Crystal’s.