Harry Dresden Novels & Stories

“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?”

But everything changed after she met Harry. Harry Ember was the only son of the noble family of Ember in the Drakonvale pack. His family had a long history of being warriors and Harry was one as well. His father died in the war sixteen years ago and at a young age, Harry became the head of his family. He was rather skilled and he ended up becoming one of the most important warriors to the Alpha of the pack, Alex Drakonvale. How Harry and Bianca met was nothing short of magical. Bianca had been denied lunch for coming five minutes late from the stream to fetch water.

"Moon wants Dandridge and one way or another, he's ours." Well shit. I can't help feeling sympathy for Harry. Whatever he's done, he's pissed off the wrong person. I know who Moon is. If you're a drug dealer, hooker, illegal gambler, or a cop you know who Moon is. Harry is in a shitload of trouble, and I have a feeling Mrs. Dandridge won't need to worry about the pre-nup she signed. "Twenty grand," Harry says in desperation. His eyes jump around the garage most likely looking for an escape route that won't get his ass blown off.

Harry chimed in, “That’s not sharing. You’re a whole kidnapper, Alex” I couldn’t help but laugh. Larry and Harry’s energy and upbeat presence made me forget my sour mood from earlier. I wondered if all the members of the wrestling team were always this friendly and lively. “Where was I?” Harry asked and turned his attention to me, “My name is Harry Davenport” We shook hands and he smiled at me. He was very handsome in a childlike kind of way. He was definitely in his twenties but he looked nineteen. “Nice to meet you, Harry”

David asked in awe. And Weston could only nod. "Dude, you kidnapped Maddox Dasher's wife and if he knew about it. He will bring destruction to the earth." Everyone in the circle knew about Maddox Dasher and how much of the power he holds. The humans know him as the King of the Vegas while witches and wolves know him as the alpha of the Czar pack. "David, stop being a bitch and cast a spell around here." When both of them sitting in a small circle and chanting, David asked, "What's your idea?"

Debby pleaded with tears already falling off her face, her heart palpitating in a hard way. "Did you think my two sisters were not innocent yet your father killed them? Two young precious and lovely girls died before my very eyes. I watched Broderick slaughter my mother as if she's a ram and for my father, he killed him slowly in the most brutal way ?" He said and took his hand off her chin. Hard veins could be seen in his neck and his forehead, "I'm Harry Vernon! the demon of Darkwood! The most powerful man in Asia! I have destroyed every single soul who came against me in the past. I let them beg for death."

They didn’t even notice how their defenses were starting to fail. Hunters were screaming along with the rouges. They think victory comes from their group, but one of the rouges screams when the werewolves start to attack. ** Drake was playing with his son in the queen’s chamber when he heard the loud banging sound of explosions, gunshots, and grunts from afar. His forehead knitted; he put his son in the crib and rushed towards the window to see where the explosions came from. Drake’s eyes went cold and dangerous as Dillon appeared in his mind.

my mother says without looking at me before opening the door for me. I swallow my fear down and walk inside, repeating her words: you can do it, you can do it. Damon and Aiden are seated at the table and I can feel their eyes on me as soon as I enter, but I don’t pay attention to them yet. My eyes land on the man who stands up with a smile to greet me. Harry. Forty-five years old. A tall and athletic body, warm amber eyes, neatly styled light hair and a face that belongs in an action or superhero movie. Harry is still as handsome as the last time I saw him, but that’s no surprise.

he added. “You should be! I have a gift for you,” Harry said, gesturing for Shadrach to take a seat on the couch. “So, what’s the news?” Shadrach asked. Harry was meticulous in his work, and despite being in his forties, he was well-groomed. He was Shadrach’s father’s most trusted associate and the son of the driver who had dropped Shadrach off at the hospital the other day. Harry’s family had always been loyal to Shadrach’s family, assisting him in covering up a few things. Additionally, Harry was an IT expert, and it wouldn’t take him long to gather the information he needed.

Harry Evermore was the forensics department's techno-geek. He was a wizard with anything related to computers and machines. He was tall, skinny with shoulder-length black hair and glasses. Likewise, he didn't need the glasses, though. He had a perfect vision, but they made him look nerdy. He was also a werewolf, an omega to be precise. “Harry, can you hook up the dashcam to my laptop?” asked Clara, the object of his affection. “We'll be able to see things a lot better on my screen.”