Chasers Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I am so excited to explore all the intracacies of second chance mates I alluded to in 'Chase. Do you have any guesses whose story it is?

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

She hoped they could do something for Chase and Hunter from here. More and more witches joined the circle. The others filled them in, and they immediately started helping. Thea felt magic pour into her, and she directed it to Hunter and Chase. She felt a forcefield around them, meant to hide them. Good. Hopefully, it worked on whatever creatures were coming for them. It was only minutes before the things came. “There are rogues, witches with the black eyes, vampires,” Hunter whispered into the phone. “I recognize some of those witches,” Chase whispered.

I asked, looking at his eyes focused on Malia. "I can see them. In the history of werewolves, I've never seen such a great force of power before. Can you see the werewolf spirit covering them?" Hunter inquired which caused me to look back at them. "Is that a giant werewolf spirit?" I thought out loud and I was amazed by what I had seen. "Our kids, are they this powerful? Which one of them is she holding?" Hunter quickly asked. "It's…it's Chase and Cole. Conor and Chris are indoors. " I answered.

Then. He paused for a moment, then continued, "The first chalice is probably still in their hands. Do you know what the consequences will be?" Chaz came closer to me. "The witches will can't be burned by fire! The first chalice is a fire-proof chalice. If that happens, we won't be able to kill them by burning them." Chaz looked away and turned around. I could see that he was worried. Of course, all the Hunters would panic hearing it.

he taunted. Realizing they had truly been discovered, the figure finally stepped out from hiding. "You won't escape today, Chase Collins! This day next year will be the anniversary of your death!" he declared confidently. "Who are you?" Chase asked. He was puzzled by the vaguely familiar face. He was unable to recall where he had seen him before. The man's expression twisted in frustration. He was infuriated that the target of his hatred did not even remember him. "Chase, you're too arrogant! I'm Albus Hawkins, the chief hall master of the Martial Soul Hall!"

Day job as a cataloging library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can’t decide). Justice League Team Flash. Arrow Team Stephen Amell. Stranger Things obsessed. Heard Laurel, not Yanny. Started out reading with the Baby-Sitters Club. Then moved to Sandra Brown, Linda Howard, Julie Garwood, and LaVyrle Spencer in high school. Now all over the place with her romance reading tastes.

They stood watch as Vesper and Alpha Qillalon continued killing the hunters. The creatures don’t want to go near them, but the smell of flesh is alluring to them. They discreetly made their way to the hedge maze, pulled fresh bodies away from the battle, and started eating. The Headmaster cautiously moved to the armored vehicle, loaded his harpoon into the cannon, and aimed it at them. She saw the Headmaster’s subtle movement, but before she could react, the Headmaster aimed it at her and pulled the trigger or so she thought. The moment seemed to stretch, her focus locked on the harpoon, but it moved past her and hit Qillalon in the torso.

I realised too late to right myself and that I was quickly being thrown into Chase's waiting arms. "This was why I didn't want you to come, Queenie." Chase erupted like that was fucking helpful right now. Havoc's transformation was swift and terrifying, his body expanding, fur bristling with the raw power of his supernatural form. Reminding us that he was indeed a hellhound, his presence dominating and fearsome, a creature of nightmares. Everyone screamed and scrambled for shelter, and I watched in dismay as Havoc stepped closer to Adam, who was mid-shift, too.