روايات وقصص ضمن Bowtruckles Harry Potter

"Don't go outside, Br-" "Brandon's here," Brooke said. "And outside is exactly where I'm going." Brooke made it outside just as Harry's fist connected with Brandon's jaw. "You think you're tough now that you can use your werewolf strength?" Harry yelled. "Come on then! Show me how tough you are!" "Harry!" Brooke cried and winced when she heard her cousin's nose crunch. "Stop it! Harry!" Brooke stepped forward but suddenly Kal and Indianna were at her side, pulling her back.

"Got it. Though we had to outsmart some very annoying Pokers to get it." "Pokers?" Nyla raised an eyebrow. "Evil little tree creatures who like to trap people in pits and collect their bones," Dalia said with a shudder. "But we figured it out. Eventually." "What about you two?" Kaida asked. "You both look like you've seen ghosts." "Something like that," I muttered, not ready to talk about what I'd had to do in the Mad Mage's cottage. Maybe I never would be. Then Gretchen and Kai appeared. Gretchen's hair hung heavily with damp strands plastered across her face, and she was wearing what looked like a jacket over her shoulders, shivering slightly.

Like something that doesn't belong in my mind. The gear arrives three days later in a large box delivered to my apartment door. I carry it inside and set it on the floor. For a long moment, I just stare at it, not wanting to open it. Finally, I grab scissors and cut through the tape. Inside is everything I ordered. Custom hockey stick with Julian's initials engraved. High-quality gloves. A helmet with his number. All of it is top of the line. All of it meant for someone who isn't mine anymore.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

“Harry… How…?” “I was minding my own sweet business when a warlock werewolf tracked me down. Can you imagine it? Me being tracked down by a wolf,” Harry laughed wickedly, and then broke off as two startled Van Helsings on their rounds stopped dead upon seeing them. Behind them, Guy began to yell.

He pulled a small plastic bag from one of the pockets of his battle jacket where he had placed the six bloody fangs. "I know it won't make a difference, but I'm sorry for your loss, High Priestess Allegra," he said, holding the bag with both hands. With her now milky white hair, Allegra grasped the object, shaking. "Did they suffer?" she whispered. "I saw to that," Harry replied compassionately. "May I?" she asked, holding her hands to Harry. The young Alpha nodded and bent down to place her hands on his temples. Every witch is born with a unique gift.

They eyed the dragon bones on the carriage, and a one-eyed man shouted, "Hand over the dragon bones!" "Why should we?" Bucky retorted. As someone rushed toward them, he lashed out with his whip. "This is our loot." With a forceful tug, the whip snapped in half. Bucky nearly fell off the carriage, furious at the audacity of the person who dared to snatch their belongings. "I'm gonna kill you!" Bucky roared.

Harry floated and kicked Dracula, making him release the shaman. Harry ran after Dracula who ran in circles around them. He had created a wall around them and they were caged except for Harry and Austin. He tried to use his powers but they kept bouncing back. He channelled his power and tried to focus and Brooklyn kept trying to distract him. He broke the cage and they heard a scream from Harry. Dracula held him by the neck and was punching him. Blood was oozing out of his mouth as he got weaker. Austin threw an ice ball and lightning but Dracula dodged it, smirking evilly.

My eyes wonder seeing different types of creature our age and some who look too old to be in school, teachers perhaps. In front of us was a warlock, you could tell because he had a broomstick and a cauldron he had on the side of himself, he read “The Mystery of Potions By Anges Light Heart” one of the most top witches in Utopia. If I'm correct she is actually one of the founders of Utopia High, meaning he himself could go there also. Studying for potions if I’m correct. His head went straight up freeing my gaze upon him, his green cat like eyes stared only to bring his dilated eyes up and down making me more uncomfortable.