Harry Dresden Novels & Stories

And before long, she had drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile, Denver was feeling restless in his room and was unable to sleep. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he got up and wore some clean clothes and sneaked out of the apartment, having confirmed that Ariadne was asleep. The elevator arrived at his floor and he got in. He dialed Harry’s number and it was answered on the third ring. “Hey man,” he began. “Up for some drinks?” “Tonight?” Harry’s voice came with a note of surprise.

The two of them shared each other in a manly way and Kavinsky walked in. Harry is wearing a white round-neck top and black pants, he held a cup of coffee in his left hand. He had black straight hair which made a bang in front of his face. His face is oblong and his eyes were black too. "What of your Dad?", Kavinsky asked crashing on the brown sofa. "He is at work", Harry replied sipping the coffee he held. "Aren't you going to offer me one?", Kavinsky asked referring to the coffee "Nah, am cool", Harry replied and they both laughed

He was enjoying the curiosity on everyone including his first brother's face; his first brother who usually knew about everything that there was to know. “No F-ing way.” Derek was the first to respond. He sat up in a delightfully shocked state. The others looked equally shocked although they didn’t have an exaggerated reaction as Derek. “Yes…F-ing way.” Harry nodded with a smirk. “I only know about this since I needed help from the Demon Emperor with a drug trafficking mob during my last military assignment.” Harry lowered his head as he thought about the incident; partly shame… partly gratitude multiplied several times by pride.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

Furious, he stared icily at Harry and questioned, "Who are you?" Harry was thrilled to note the change in Franklin's expression. He thought he'd succeeded in inciting Franklin, which meant that Damian would have hell to pay. "My name is Harry Sawyer, Mr. Webb. I'm from Spencer Corporation. You don't need to thank me for exposing these two vermin to you. I'm honored to do my part in ensuring that nothing disrupts the celebration!" Franklin wanted to curse. Hah! As if he felt thankful! With a stormy look in his eyes, he slapped Harry right across the face, roaring in anger, "You look like the vermin to me!"

“I didn’t give you a signal, I walked away, and I think you should do the same thing.” Harry ignored that when he came closer leaning against the sinks next to him. “I think you’ll find I’m a good listener. I’m a psychiatrist.” “Do you want a medal?” Derrick muttered dryly glaring at him. “Nope, but I’m a strange with no judgement.” “I don’t tell my problems to strangers.” “You should try,” Harry murmured trailing his eyes up and down him. “You’re like a wet dream for this profession.” Derrick licked his lips slowly turning to face him and looked him in the eyes. “I’m a what?”

“It was Derrick … Darren … Darryl … something with a D. Didn’t care enough to memorize.” Enrique takes the locket and frowns. “Okay, let me get this clear,” he says slowly. “More than a decade ago, this Harry guy tried to find proof that our wonderful grandfather, Alexander, stole money from The Circle … but he got double-crossed by his wife, got tortured, escaped, and now, after all this time, his son comes after Mel. Am I missing something? Or is the dude just a nutjob?” “Pretty much summed it up,” Jackson grunts mysteriously without turning back. “Dude’s a lunatic.”

My thoughts wouldn’t stop spinning. Leah was out there, planning God knew what. Luna was refusing to listen to reason. And Elijah… Elijah was walking straight into Liam and Raymond’s trap. I ran my hands through my hair and let out a guttural roar. That’s when my phone rang. The screen lit up with a name I didn’t expect. Harry. He has been acting strange lately, his mysterious calls and texts. I created a distance from him the moment I was tipped that he is into drug deals and blood shed.

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

“I can’t come tonight.” “Yeah, right. When you ever turn down a good tip?” He laughed easily. “Oh, but take it smooth. Hard-ass is on the case.” Hard-ass was Homicide Detective Harfield Cruiser, better known as Harry. Or just plain sir. “I really can’t…make it tonight.” “You getting busy with someone?” Curiosity spiked his voice. Teddy was married. Happily. But she knew down at the station that they all speculated about her. A woman who looked like her without a man? Something had to be up. “Well, are you?”