Harry Cedric Novels & Stories

frustration thickened his voice. Marcus frowned harder in confusion, “What the hell do you mean?” Cedric leaned back against the couch, “Dude, I almost got exposed! Killian Salvatore is the king?!” he spat “He’s a professor at the National University! Same department as me! If he caught even a glimpse of me at that party, I’m dead. I’m sure he was undercover!” Marcus smirked a chuckle, crossing his arms. “So you were right under the king’s nose the whole time, and crying for a connection to take his place?” He laughed loud enough to make Cedric glare at him.

The priest shouted. The entire kingdom of Encrea cried in response: "Long live the queen." +----+ Harry's eyes opened. Yet another dream. It was almost like he was being haunted. He wasn't Even in his own dream. That seemed impossible yet somehow it had happened to Harry. It was the third dream that week. Third dream in three days. It was like a series that had a new episode released everyday. Ever since he was five, Harry had these dreams. He sat up on his bed. The digital clock next to his bed said 5:47. He picked out a notebook from under his pillow and walked to his desk. He sat down, opened his notebook and started sketching.

Alpha Benjamin of the Oasis of Pashtun and Alpha Lucas of the Midnight Pack both sat opposite each other with their pubs- Nathaniel and Harry while they discussed how to get back the power that was stolen from them from right under their noses. Harry, who just completed his medical degree from the city, spoke up, "I gave him the paralytic instead of the antidote of the drug his crackhead mother gave him," he started. He was the doctor Kevin met that day, and because he was at his lowest, Harry exploited him by telling him the gravest mistake he had made in his life.

Cedric was about to hang up when. “Wait!” I said, clearing my throat. “Oh! Hey!” Cedric said, a little more excited. “Wassup?” “What are you doing?” “Uh… one-night-stand?” Why did I even ask? “It’s morning, Cedric!” “One-morning-stand?” I stared at the phone, judgmentally. “Anyway, you’re in the assassination branch of Helxton, right?” I asked. “Oh! You are a year late to congratulate me on my admission, but I’ll take it. A year later, but you remembered. And that’s what matters.”

Catelyn was not afraid of Harry, as she sneered. "Edwin had been a daring person all the while. You wanted to know whose idea it was to lie about being pregnant? Just give your son a call. It's that simple." "You—" Harry was so furious that he smacked the table hard and stood up from the sofa. At this moment, Cedrick came out from the kitchen and glared at Harry sharply. "Uncle, my wife is pregnant now. Please do not agitate her. You can talk to me," he said.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

Harry nodded seriously and said: "Mother said in the dream! Last night, I woke up to go to the bathroom, listening to my dream, I kept calling Uncle Levi's name." Grainne's face fell, Harry had already exposed her like this, now that Carwyn Levi was standing right in front of her, she felt she couldn't look up at him anymore. But even though she didn't know it herself, she kept calling Carwyn Levi's name in her sleep. Carwyn Levi seemed very pleased with Harry's answer, and raised his head, a smile forming on the corner of his lips.

Elder Jasper, a great vampire elder and the oldest of vampires present in that meeting with over a century and fifty years he has lived cleared his throat and began to address the members. Harold sat at a corner slightly apart, he wasn’t part of the coven as the power to be among was taken from him the moment he lost the battle to Lucas many years ago. “Today, we are here because one of us has called us here to present a matter to us and we must be calm and hear what he has to say. Matteo, what is it you have for us?” Matteo stood from his seat and crept forward after exchanging a quick look with Harold.

"Who said no one can treat Mr. Thatcher? I'll call my mentor right away." The room fell silent in surprise. Cedric was already Jayrodale's top medical expert, and they were all stunned to hear he had a mentor. Besides, Cedric was already quite old, and his mentor must be even older. At that age, could the miracle doctor still treat others? "Dr. Aicker, who is this mentor of yours?" Harvey asked skeptically. Cedric snorted, "That's none of your concern, but I guarantee if my mentor can't cure Mr. Thatcher, no one can."

The space is immaculate, bookshelves lined with case files and thick legal volumes, a single blade mounted above his desk with an inscription in an old language I can't quite read. His eyes lift to me, sharp and assessing. But they soften when he sees it's only me. “Kyra,” he says, standing. “Something wrong?” I close the door behind me and go further in. “It’s Hailey,” I murmur, voice taut. “I think she's missing." Cedric doesn't sit. He comes around the desk and leans against the edge, arms crossed, attention fully locked on me. “Start from the beginning. Who's Hailey?”