Harry Dresden Novels & Stories

Ariadne doesn’t respond; instead, picking out a bottle of rum from the mini-fridge and mixing it with a can of coke. The water finally shuts off with a squeak. A moment later, Harry appears, clothed, with wet hair that he tousles dry with a towel. “Alright,” Ariadne hisses. “Speak. We gave you way more courtesy than you deserve.” Harry takes a seat without a snarky comment. He looks tired, not in the way that rest can solve. His skin is mottled and lifeless, and his eyes are dark as graveyard soil. There are two hideous scars where his scent glands used to be, and without them, he seems to be a wolf no longer.

Once, twice, until black licks at my sight. What? The gold strand catches light from passing streetlamps. Harry’s hair. The last time I saw it, I was brushing it from his eyes, telling him I’d be home soon. That was four days ago. Before he died in my arms. But Mad-Bishop was in Moscow when Harry died. Dakor wasn’t. Oh God. What have I done? My throat tightens. I glance at Mad-Bishop, then back to him. Dakor smirks again.

Snow hesitated for a moment before replying, “It’s Dallas Moneylender. They have their own underground auction.” “Dallas Moneylender?” Kaze frowned. Dallas Moneylender worked with Hudson to give Darcy hell before. Kaze took Draco to wipe out Dallas Moneylender’s branch in Lilyrose. Both Dane and his nephew perished as a result. Later, Dane’s son killed Hudson and wanted to take revenge on Kaze, but Albert shot him dead. Without the visit from Dallas Moneylender, Kaze would have forgotten about them.

Ercell was unbeatable in verbal disputes and had a sharp tongue. Hadley may always be protected and secured by Rain, a skilled hacker. "I have no objections," Britney grinned. Hadley’s phone rang out of nowhere. It was Harry calling. "Let's meet, Hadley. I have a crucial question for you." Harry said.

“I trust you. Not them.” I step closer, resting a hand on his chest. “This isn’t just any witch. It’s Delaney. And she needs help.” Before he can argue, Kyle walks in, half‑awake, rubbing his eyes. “What’s going on?” Aaron opens his mouth, but I beat him to it. “We’re going to Hallow’s Edge,” I say. “Delaney Warren called.” Kyle’s eyes widen. “The Delaney Warren? The one who disappeared?” “Yes.”

There was no sign of someone resembling Frey entering this town at all. “You think Frey went to another town?” I asked while thinking of other towns Frey might go to. "Unless she's on the edge of town and away from the townspeople," Hayley said. “What do you mean?” When Hayley was about to answer my question, suddenly several people entered the pub. They sat at the guest table. Martin immediately approached them. “Martin, did you hear about the Flower Skull attacks in Diantha forest? They caught some of the vampires over there!” someone shouted from the table. Hearing this, I suddenly turned around. I immediately approached the man.

He regretted deeply in his heart at this very moment that he had followed Harry’s order to violate the contract! A person like Harry would try to get an advantage over another person in the most unbelievable ways. He behaved like a gentle-mannered person and did not express his intense aggressiveness on usual days. Ridley and his other friends used to assume that Harry was a soft, easygoing person all this time. Yet, he did not expect that Harry could actually be so sinister and malicious when he showed his true self! Ridley inhaled a deep breath before he cracked a tragic smile and said in a mocking tone, “I lost. It was my fault for not knowing your true self, Soulspring Pharmaceutical’s H

Fear that something had happened, something he couldn’t control or fix. Hours into his search, deep in the forest where the trees stood tall like silent sentinels, Alexandro found her carriage. The horses were missing. The wooden wheels splintered. And the stench of blood hung thick in the air. His heart pounded. He jumped down from his horse and approached slowly, dread curling tighter in his gut with every step. The driver lay slumped forward, throat slit. His blood had long dried into the earth. “No…” Alexandro whispered, the fury rising in his veins like wildfire. He called her name into the woods. “Serena!”

It seemed like Harry Wolfe wasn’t joking at all. He was once a gangster here in Khanh City. Eventually, he started a business in blasting works and began involving himself in the quarries and mines industry. He was fiery-tempered and always liked to blather on about blowing up things whenever he met anyone. The nurse was about to say something but succumbed to Harry’s coercion, and retreated in fear. Harry ordered, “Break the door open and drag that Doctor Lieber out for me!”

He asked as if he already knew the obvious. "It's from Vlad" Matteo muttered "it's a broken alliance letter" he said as if he wasn't bothered by it. Spade clenched his jaw, another broken alliance in less than a month, Vlad was one of his biggest buyers in terms of girls and weapons, and also the Don of the Russian mafia, and losing such an alliance would affect his business greatly. "Let me guess, mystery man" he spat out and Matteo just sighed out, not answering but they both know it all led back to their mystery man.