Harry Hole Books Novels & Stories

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.

“It must be another stone ball; it must be the other one! It looks like the Hemperly family does have a stone ball! I heard that they hid in the Woods residence and now they must have all discovered something out of the stone ball!” Harry yelled; his voice trembled with excitement. If Fane and Paul had truly discovered something out of it, he must make them tell him, and he would have a share of that hope too. Sure enough, the only thing that he worried about was that Fane was not willing to tell him the method to break through to the ultimate god realm. Nevertheless, Harry had already planned within his heart; he had three stone balls in total, and if Fane did not want to tell him the metho

A collection of sleek g*ns rested on a glass display. On a nearby table lay gloves, a set of untraceable phones, and files stacked with care. It wasn’t just a room; it was a nerve center for calculated destruction. Harry leaned against the wall, scanning the maps with a satisfied smirk. His fingers trailed over one of the photos before he plucked it off the board, staring at it intently. "You’re next," he muttered, his voice low evil . The underground lair was quiet, but the tension in it had a lot of stories to tell.

(Hirre's POV) ~In the next day~ the Tyranny Pack. "Hirre, what's now? Did you find something you needed?" Sandra, my cousin asked as she sat beside me. We were almost two hours in the massive Library but I only read a forbidden book about magic. "Yeah. This Book of Morgue matched the things that Doctor Zahard said to me." I said while continuing to read the contents. "So what did you find out?" Sandra added as she looked at me, waiting for me to reply.

I darted back towards the table. He came closer to me, and I snuck forward, following the sound beneath us. I heard something rumble and the soft sound of stone sliding against stone. I peered through a stack of books as the large portrait covered most of the back wall of the library slid aside slowly, revealing a large gaping hole. “Miss Hedy, we should go.”

Sorry, this chapter hasn’t been up sooner, a lot going on behind the keyboard so to speak, but here you go! Chapter 35! enjoy! :) Short chapter I know but more coming soon, don’t worry! *** Chapter Thirty Five Alexander's Point of View ** Earlier ** Harry came back inside and I asked what was up. He just said that he was giving Harley Sarah’s number and that was it really. ‘Any day now would be great, ladies’. Ron announced, clearly pissed off in the other room. Oh great, today was going to be fun if he was already in a mood. We all shared a ‘’Here we go’’ look and made our way to the room.

She spoke confidently, as though she belonged there unquestioned. And yet... “Do you remember,” Harry said suddenly, interrupting her mid-sentence, “the old bookstore near the river?” Helen blinked. Just once. Elena saw it. Helen smiled quickly. “Of course. We used to go there all the time.” Harry nodded slowly. “What did you always complain about when we went?” Helen laughed lightly. “That it smelled like dust and old paper.” Harry held her gaze. Maria had loved that smell. She used to say it reminded her that stories survived even when people didn’t.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

Hm… might have to have a good long think on that one. Lena closed the book after finishing up the entry and put it back into its place in her desk drawer. She tugged the band out of her shoulder length brown hair, running her fingers through it. The young woman then moved over to her bed where on the nightstand, was a very worn copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. She got comfortable on her bed, picked up the book and started to read. She got through about 10 pages before there was a knock on her door. "Come in!" Lena called. She glanced at the door when it opened and fellow sorority sister, Casey Grant, walked in.

Darryl’s smile fades as he looked at his brown eyes, remembering the first time he really looked into them. “What’s wrong?” Goldie asks as he shows Darryl the book. “You really want that?” He asked again, taking the book from his hands, “You could’ve chosen Harry Potter or something.” “Yes, I want this,” Goldie replies shortly. Darryl looks at the book cover and looks back at Goldie. “I guess it suits you.” After paying for their items, the two males exit the bookstore. Darryl looks at his phone’s clock and realized that it was almost time for lunch. He turns to Goldie and asks,