Harry Dresden Novels & Stories

Harrison stepped out from the guest bathroom, grabbed a towel from the stand, and dried his hands. "What are we talking about?" he asked playfully. "Harry, Stefan asked his proxy to kick me out. I didn’t know he was this ungrateful," the man reported. Harry opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Dorothy appeared, looking confused at the unfamiliar faces. She didn’t know Stefan had friends. "Look who’s joined us," Harrison smiled, nodding towards Dorothy. "Hi, let me introduce myself properly. I’m Harrison Berlymore, a professional medical doctor with all my licenses completed," he said proudly.

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.”

“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.

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?"

Nothing slipped by him. "Mister Hardy..." Harry inhaled sharply, his eyes turning into slits. The name Drake Hardy was like a king's scepter in the underground branch. His word was law, and there was not a mess he could not clean up. The most feared enforcer in all of Tormora, the top dog in Mister Hardy's pack, was unbeatable. Even Tommy's seasoned right-hand man, Mister Posey, could not lay a glove on him. If anyone could take down Alexander, it had to be the formidable Mister Hardy.

“I just want to know, when will you finally call me daddy?” At this moment, a burly man stood up and walked to Jade’s side and asked, “Miss Jade, who is this? Why does he talk like an idiot? Do you need me to teach him a lesson?” Jade laughed and said, “Darryl, do you know who this man is beside me? He is Moonlit River Bar’s head of security. If I ask him to throw you out, would you cry?” There was no mistake, this burly man was her client, Harry Crocker!

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

“Just don’t.” “Poor puppy,” Rhett smirked. “All traumatized.” “Oh my god,” Aislen leaned back having seen a flash of what they spoke about pass through Rhett’s mind. “Seriously?” “Talen’s third vampire child, Harry, zeroed in on Mr Edison,” Rhett confirmed with enjoyment. “Like a bee to honey. Set their eyes on him and put up a great big rainbow flag printed with ‘this one is mine.’ Though I’m not sure if Mr Edison has realized yet.”