Bloody Harry Novels & Stories

Matteo Romano. He rose from the shadowed corner, towering, broad-shouldered, his black suit tailored with the precision of a king in exile. His face was carved in lines of command: sharp jaw, straight nose, lips that could give orders like death sentences. But it was his eyes that froze the blood in her veins. obsidian, fathomless and unreadable. Il Re di Ferro. The Blood King. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through dry leaves. No one expected him here. No one dared to speak his name too loudly.

Finally, he let out a deep sigh. “ Okay, I know you might have noticed he's been acting strangely, and I think it's time I explained what's going on." He said “Yeah, I've been really confused. Some hours ago, he was sweet and kind, and the now, he's... terrifying." I said “I understand why you'd find it confusing. The thing is, Harry has what's called dissociative identity disorder. He has two distinct personalities: one is gentle and caring, while the other is... darker." He finally said and my eyes widened

I scream and scream at the sight before me, and tears cloud my vision. "Execute every single family member of his before dawn." I hear Harry say, and I stop screaming as I start to sob uncontrollably. "I won't have the bloodline of traitors running around my pack." He adds. "And as for all of you!" Harry's voice booms around the ballroom.

However, If I told her that the guy has a strange appearance, she will definitely say that it's a vampire and make a fuss about it. Come to think of it again, I didn't even had a chance to know his freaking name. Whatever. It'll be just useless when I know his name but not his outward form since he hid it by wearing black cap and jacket. I feel strange and uncomfortable somehow because of that shitty. “Here.” She said and handed me one glass of water. I wouldn't have even noticed her if she hadn't spoken yet. After I drank it, she took it from me and put it aside.

The casting Unspeakable started to cast a very specific diagnostic. *groan* "Really?" "Really." "Gibbers?" He asked the casting Unspeakable. The cloaked man finished his spell and directed his cloaked face to his superior. "Affirmative for Horcrux." "Bloody Hell. Who is the kid?" The gloved Unspeakable, Buzzer, went to one of the books still on top of the bed and opened it, reading the name written on the front cover's back out loud. "Ginny Weasley."

He then gazed at Claus. “I feel reckless.” “Not for long.” Claus said as he beamed. “It seems there is celebration at the human kingdom.” “Celebration?” King Morton scoffed. “What are they celebrating exactly?” “It seems he’s got himself a heir.” Claus said as he gazed at the King amused. “Why do you sound happy about this? I feel all sore just sitting here lacking a strategy on how to make them lose and surrender to me.” King Morton said angrily. “The heir is a daughter.” Claus added. King Morton, about to take another sip of wine, stopped in an instant. He kept the chalice on the table and gazed at Claus.

I just find it easy to tell her how sorry I am because I want her to see the sincerity of my heart. “What are you doing here?” “I told you I would bring you here, why did you leave without me?” I had gone to check up on Harry at the dungeons after I got a call from Baba that he was losing consciousness after I stabbed him with the knife, I knew it was going to be the most painful and horrible thing that would ever happen to him but as a wolf, he was supposed to survive it but after I got a call that he was dying was when we realized, the little bastard was half-wolf.

Nobody knows. It was a very hard time, we were at war. Me, Harry, Hermione, Ron and the whole Hogwarts. At war with the one who's name should not be taken. I will though because "Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." Voldemort with his wicked army , stood infront of us. We all were on the battlefield with our wands and brooms ; flying in the air , casting spells on each other. The sky was painted metallic and lighting bolted every ten seconds. We fought until we made the Dark Lord vulnerable and then I stepped forward and swished my wand. "Avada Kedavara!", I spelled out; and the light escaped my wand. It struck him and he collapsed. "Now you are a nobody knows!" (No body

So I got myself a spot and sat down as thoughts of what might be happening between the two filled my head. I felt bad. I felt like I was all alone in the world even though there was loud music deafening my ears from the background. “Hey, kyle who invited you?” I heard an unfriendly familiar voice say. I lifted my head to see that it was Harry, boyfriend to Bella. Many believe that Harry will become one of the greatest warlocks as soon as he clocks eighteen and as such, they see him and Bella as a power couple. Unlike Bella, Harry is calmer and a bit friendly but I know better than to engage him in a chat as that could provoke his over a possessive girlfriend.

“But we’ll have someone else go undercover, or my son will never let us hear the end of it.” I can only nod to that because he’s not wrong on that. As the meeting breaks up, I catch sight of movement through the window, and my attention shifts completely. In the training yard below, Harry, who is now seven and sprouting up like a weed, is sparring with a retired Dylan and three other pack warriors. His movements are confident and he’s no longer the scared little boy who used to have shifting episodes. "Look at him," I murmur, watching Harry duck under Dylan’s swing and counter with a move that would make Wolfgang proud.