Bloody Harry Novels & Stories

The heir of the Howe family, the infamous 'venomous snake' Zach Howe, was the only man who held sway in both the underworld and high society. However, for some reason, he became obsessed with me and would not let go. I had once asked him about it. Back then, Zach sat on the sofa with his gaze fixed on me. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his striking features looked even more unreal in the haze. He said, "There's no reason. I just like you."

God knows how dead she would be right now. "Are you out stationing again, Harry?" She asks in the softest voice her throat could conjure up at that moment. She could barely smile without looking so terrified of him. Harry was humongous after all, an advert gym floozy, his muscles are not just for show. She heard rumors about how he used to participate in an underground fight with his cousins and the faint scars that scatter around his body were the proof of that. Of course, she knows that Harry would never lay his hand on her like that but from where she is standing now made it impossible not to look down from him.

Thug One nods his dark, closely cropped head. “Dandridge is coming with us,” he says in a deep voice that one would expect from someone his size. Harry slowly lowers the bat and takes two steps in my direction. I keep my pepper spray trained on him because he’s still got the bat. The buckets of sweat dripping off Harry’s face are telling and there’s a good chance he might pee his pants any second. His willy is still hanging out and this is not something I care to see.

Again, I heard Aunt Rose say: "Harry has been in prison for two years. You don't even know about his past? No one in this area knew how he was in the Cerberus Guild that day. Who would have hired that gypsy guy if it weren't for Miss Fortune, his mother's friend? The tattoo of a three-headed dog is still on his body. People will recognize and remember his biography no matter where he goes! Fortunately, he doesn't love you. To be honest, I disagree that you love him!" When Aunt Rose said that, she turned her head to look around. Terry was afraid of being seen by her, so he turned and hurried up the stairs, not expecting Harry to be standing upstairs looking at him. The whole story that Aunt R

"There were others much younger than her who thrived, even in the Council. We are done talking!" Another man steps forward with a glass, punctures the toothless prisoner's flesh, and fills his glass with blood. My chest heaves and I freeze. My knees buckle as violent tremors shoot through my body. Cold sweat drips down my back. In my ears beats the rhythm of my heart. I swoon at the sight of so much blood. But the man with blue eyes and a warm voice holds me steady when I sway. What in heaven is happening here?

Loving Arthur was simply a mirage that shielded her face from the true lover of her life, which was Harry Vernon. While Harry drove along the road, Harry received a call from one of his men. “What is the situation?” He asked. “Broderick Alessandro has arrived in Darkwood.”The person on the other end spoke. A temporary image rushed through Harry’s imagination and all he could see was his unconscious Father lying on the floor with blood stains across his body. He also painfully remembered how his sister's were brutally murdered by that devil, Broderick Alessandro. When the horrible images disappeared from his mind, Harry felt another resurging anger flooding through his body, with the knowledg

“Going once, going twice sol-” “ A thousand grams!” A voice interrupted, earning gasps from the crowd. I swallowed the invisible saliva clinging to my tongue as my eyes searched desperately for who would want to risk that kind of amount on a cursed woman. “That’s ridiculous for a demon, a thousand-“ “She is a Nymph!” A man dressed in a cotehardie and black boots with a feather hat that almost covered his face strode forward. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the devilish beauty underneath the hat. “A thousand and she’s mine,” he blurted, holding the gaze of the man who stood beside me.

“And we have magical reinforcements, many of which will be on their way here shortly. Witches with skills in healing and warding. They will help secure this location.” “That’s good. Look,” Rohan ran his hand through his hair. “We found two… zombies,” he didn’t like using the word. “Wandering around the houses. These ones were more… like people. We secured them. You said that you have a cure?” “Me,” Harry said with a smile. “I believe I am the cure.” “Thank you, Harry,” Talen said with a slight nod of his head. “The vampire blood of my line is a cure for this disease, and Harry is one of my children.”

“You don’t know what you have done, you fools!” “Sure,” Tony replied to Meguitte, ignoring the prisoners. “Won’t be long.” “How is Harry?” She asked him, and he paused, catching hold of the doorframe. He shrugged, a muscle twisting in the corner of his jaw. “Still feeding the corpse blood, as if they think it will do something,” he said grimly. “There’s no sign of change, though Harry swears the hand-wound is looking better. Won’t let us look though. Won’t let anyone beyond the doorway, not even the ancients who come to donate. Harry will drink from them, and then feed the corpse themselves.”

The merciless punisher; anyone who opposed him faced a vicious animal. He was compared to Voldemort in Harry Potter —he who shall not be named or whatever. We all knew it was him behind the attacks, but we could only hope that it wasn’t. After all, hadn’t we convinced ourselves that fear was just a product of our creative minds? I looked over at Lily, who was rocking back and forth. Could she be wrong and misinformed? I pray she is wrong!