Harry Hole Novels & Stories

"You're paranoid." "Yeah." I turn back. "So should you be." He frowns. "What does that mean?" I walk back, pick up the mug, and sip. "Harry's dead." The words land heavy. I don't react. Just nod. "He was gutted," Bolton adds. "In your apartment. We connected the dots. Plus we couldn't find a body." My grip tightens on the mug. Hot coffee sloshes over my hands and thighs. I don't react. Don't feel it.

The lid of the tombstone gleamed faintly in the dim light, its surface etched with intricate runes and the unmistakable crest of Kane’s lineage. Julia’s breath caught as she stepped closer. Her eyes locked on the tomb, her heart pounding so loudly it drowned out everything else. “There he is,” Harry said quietly, his voice echoing faintly in the cavernous space. She turned to him, her brow furrowed. “He’s in there?” “Sealed,” Harry replied, his tone matter-of-fact. He stepped forward, motioning for Alex to join him. Together, they braced themselves against the heavy stone lid. Harry’s muscles bunched beneath his jacket, his teeth gritting as he pushed. Alex grunted with the effort, his jaw s

“You don’t know what you have done, you fools!” “Sure,” Tony replied to Meguitte, ignoring the prisoners. “Won’t be long.” “How is Harry?” She asked him, and he paused, catching hold of the doorframe. He shrugged, a muscle twisting in the corner of his jaw. “Still feeding the corpse blood, as if they think it will do something,” he said grimly. “There’s no sign of change, though Harry swears the hand-wound is looking better. Won’t let us look though. Won’t let anyone beyond the doorway, not even the ancients who come to donate. Harry will drink from them, and then feed the corpse themselves.”

“I trust you. Not them.” I step closer, resting a hand on his chest. “This isn’t just any witch. It’s Delaney. And she needs help.” Before he can argue, Kyle walks in, half‑awake, rubbing his eyes. “What’s going on?” Aaron opens his mouth, but I beat him to it. “We’re going to Hallow’s Edge,” I say. “Delaney Warren called.” Kyle’s eyes widen. “The Delaney Warren? The one who disappeared?” “Yes.”

At least she allowed him to mark her, so Zack felt like a lucky wolf. “Okay. Evil doesn’t sleep. We have to go,” Mirja said, peeling herself out of his embrace. “Just be ready to charge the moment that protection spell is down. Come on, Henry.” Mirja followed Mary and shimmied through the bars. “It’s… it’s Harry.” Harry said, happily following behind her. The hole was just big enough for him to squeeze through. They waited as Zack pushed their bags through before moving forward. The little hallway was dark, and the walls were moist from the sea below. Mary led them through the halls until they ran into an invisible wall.

While they shared a moment, Harry's phone began to ring all of a sudden,he stood and distanced himself for some moment from Fred and got his phone from his pocket and checked through the caller's ID "Greetings sir, we have been able to infiltrate North Hill. Now we are on course to make our research to know if Debby's parents are alive or not" Harry was satisfied that his Intel was successfully able to find his way into North Hill. Sooner or Later, he will get the news about Debby's parents. If they were truly alive or dead?

Harry and I decided to sit on the sand and just stared at the sea which looked absolutely calm under this dim lit beach having the full moon only giving us light from above us. “You have to show me your tattoo on your ankles.” I begged. Harry chuckles, “Very persistent. One sec.” He pulled out his phone and turned on his flashlight before focusing the light to his left foot. He begins to show me the outer side of his left ankle which said “BLUE” and then to the inner side of this left ankle which said “MOCKINGBIRD”. I gaped.

I realize with a start that the beach we’ve been walking on would have been submerged by the ocean as well under normal circumstances. But not now. Not now that the wizard is drawing the ocean up and over the castle with each passing storm. In the hole is a temple covered in barnacles and seaweed, everything about it slick and eerie as starfish cling to the stone columns and steps. “Stay here,” Antony says coldly before sliding down the slanted wall into the hole. “How is he supposed to get back out?” Poppy asks in the quietest voice I’ve ever heard from her. That is an excellent question, and one I can’t answer. The hole is at least twenty feet down, maybe more, and walls are nothing but la

I climbed into the car, settling Harry on the seat beside me and handing him my phone to keep him occupied. As the car started moving, I glanced over at him. He wasn’t playing games like most kids his age would. Instead, he was staring intently at an image of a brown werewolf, reading the text beneath it. He was researching. Again. I sighed softly. Why couldn’t he just enjoy himself like the others? Play a silly game, laugh, have fun. But no, Harry always seemed weighed down, too preoccupied with trying to understand who he was. The car slowed to a stop in front of a massive, incomplete building. The skeleton of the structure towered above us, its beams and scaffolding stark against the sky.

There was a glow in Felicity’s eyes as she thought of this. Harry was sitting on a rattan chair in the garden. His pair of beautiful eyes looked extremely cold, and it was difficult to discern the emotion on his handsome face. The low air pressure and terrifying aura around him caused the people around him to tremble, and they did not dare say a word. Kai stood behind Harry, and his head was lowered respectfully. Harry came to Centroria overnight to find someone just because of Felicity’s words last night. He was here to find a young lady.