Harry Dresden Novels & Stories

he smiled like an innocent little thing. Harry has a face that could deceive the world that he was an innocent young man but that's not true. Harry is a murderer and the Don and boss of the whole of the United kingdom. "Fucking city!" I spat out and Harry chuckled. It was true that I hardly come to another territory. I remained in mine or else it's so urgent like this case. Harry was already taken me to his car with my men and his tailing behind when I paused, "I need to get to know what happened to the fucker in that room"

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.

I offered. "That works. Why is there a vampire inside the castle?" he inquired. "The vampire's name is Harry; he's the drummer for the ShanHai band, which is currently highly acclaimed. I've heard he also engages in some private business ventures. I find him agreeable company, hence our recent interactions," I disclosed Harry's public identity, with his consent, knowing the old man would surely ask. "But he's a vampire, and vampires and werewolves are ancient enemies. It would be difficult to explain if his kind found out," he pointed out.

the man called out, voice hoarse but familiar. Professor Alden Crowe — no relation to Damien — one of the most respected occult history professors at Blackthorn. Tall, bespectacled, with salt-and-pepper hair and a torn tweed jacket. He looked exhausted but alive. Sane. “Professor Alden?” Serena’s eyes widened. “You survived?” The professor limped forward, clutching a glowing rune-etched staff. “Barely. I’ve been hiding in the restricted archives beneath the gardens. When I saw your violet magic flaring, I knew it had to be you.”

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

“And you hired him, right? Not long before the attack?” “That’s right,” he answers, his eyebrow raised in confusion. “But he isn’t really a private investigator, is he?” “Of course he is!” I crouch down in front of him and whisper, “There’s no point in lying, Damon. I will just command you. You’re done.” I smile before standing again. “Who is he really, Damon?” “He’s a hunter,” he mumbles. “You son of a bitch! What did you do?” The pack member screams at him, but Harry rushes to her and holds her back as she tries to run to Damon.

"I’ve already made the call, Darcy," Harry said, his voice eerily steady. "My men are at the cemetery. They have the equipment. If you won't give me the truth, I’ll dig it out of the ground myself." "You are desecrating a child’s resting place!" Darcy’s voice cracked, her composure finally splintering. She moved to lunged at him, but two security guards stepped forward, their shadows looming over her. "Harry, if you do this, there is no coming back. Not in this life or the next."

Leo reached for me with his hands, his own eyes flashing Scarlett rushed in from a corner. “They cannot hide much longer!” She yelled, her voice shaking. “Those pups are too strong. I hope rogues will not find them out any time soon Then… as if Scarlett’s words called the devil, I smelled danger before I saw the harbinger. Cassandra. She walked in without knocking, feeling proud as usual, her dress looking too fancy for the ‘dirty Omega quarters’ I was. Her sharp eyes were flipping around the room until they stopped on the cribs.

Finally, he let out a deep sigh. “ Okay, I know you might have noticed he's been acting strangely, and I think it's time I explained what's going on." He said “Yeah, I've been really confused. Some hours ago, he was sweet and kind, and the now, he's... terrifying." I said “I understand why you'd find it confusing. The thing is, Harry has what's called dissociative identity disorder. He has two distinct personalities: one is gentle and caring, while the other is... darker." He finally said and my eyes widened

Preston Sharpe, one of the leading figures of the Draconic Gravekeepers, was rumored to have reached the terrifying level of an Earthly Immortal. Henry's arrival was the perfect opportunity to deal with old grudges. Henry steadied himself and sighed. "Don't you recognize me, Aunt Kylie?" The entire room was stunned by his words. Many had heard that the long-lost Truman heir, Harry, had been found, but no one expected the young man before them to be him. Kylie, in particular, looked utterly incredulous. She was one of the few who had not known Henry had been found. "You're Harry?"