Harry Potter Baddie Novels & Stories

So I got myself a spot and sat down as thoughts of what might be happening between the two filled my head. I felt bad. I felt like I was all alone in the world even though there was loud music deafening my ears from the background. “Hey, kyle who invited you?” I heard an unfriendly familiar voice say. I lifted my head to see that it was Harry, boyfriend to Bella. Many believe that Harry will become one of the greatest warlocks as soon as he clocks eighteen and as such, they see him and Bella as a power couple. Unlike Bella, Harry is calmer and a bit friendly but I know better than to engage him in a chat as that could provoke his over a possessive girlfriend.

If he gaze grew any more intense I swear he could enter the Narnia in my brain. Look ahead you dimwit. The professor isn't standing on my nose. "Why are you angry?" He asked in a normal voice, not fazed by the teacher's presence. Why would he be? He's the bad boy. Bad boys are afraid of nothing. Well, you better be afraid of Joanna's wrath. I rolled my eyes at his stupid question. He didn't reply me when I messaged him, didn't return my calls and then asks this stupid question. Are all guys this stupid?

The other instructors don't like that person or that trainee who uses his dirty tricks to outdo the others and hurt them at the same time. He was the bad guy in their perspective. A vile person for them. He doesn't even have mana, so it was useless to train him. No matter what he did, he won't be a strong magician in the future. At most, he would be a little stronger than an ordinary person.

"He's after my child?" Scarlett clenched her fists, her determination evident. "We can't let that happen." The weight of the situation pressed down on them, the urgency of their mission intensifying. Harry's twisted plans had been laid bare before them, exposing the depth of his malevolence. It was clear that their battle against him had reached a pivotal moment. Viggo's voice was resolute as he spoke, his determination unwavering. "We need to stop him, once and for all."

It might be stupid, but I’m desperate. “Well, little Nevaeh, we know this because your boyfriend has made someone very angry, and we’re here to make sure he suffers,” Henry replies gruffly as he takes a couple of steps closer. I follow his movements as he continues to circle me. It’s only when their eyes begin to glow red and their hands become claws that I realize what kind of trouble I’m in.

The situation was already so dire, and she had no idea where he got the confidence to say these words. Kevan, Stella, and the others burst out laughing. ‘How conceited of Adrian to say that. Perhaps he’s unaware of Harry’s capabilities?’ they thought. Harry was utterly infuriated. He had been part of the underworld for so long and thus had plenty of experience dealing with people. “All right, deadbeat. You’re bold. I’ll give you that. I hope you won’t regret what’s coming because I’m about to make my move!” Harry shrugged his arms. He could break wood with his punches and was an exceptional fighter.

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.

“Find the people who did this! Kill them! Burn their entire world to the ground!” The fury inside me frightened even myself. I no longer cared. The woman who entered the cathedral this morning no longer existed. She died beside Enzo. Salvatore studied me silently for several long seconds before finally speaking. “The men responsible belong to La Casa delle Ombre.” Hatred flooded through me instantly. The emblem. The snake and dragon coiling around the sword. I remembered it clearly now. My hands clenched into fists. “The Castellanos,” Alessio muttered darkly.

To him, even mocking her would be a waste of breath. He was a man who thrived on competition. Since coming of age, he had only lost once. From that defeat onward, he despised anyone with greater talent than his own. With arrogance sharp as a blade, Harry sneered. "Shayla bested me before I came of age. After that, she was never my equal. As for Sharon…" He gave a cold, contemptuous laugh. "Soon enough, I'll show her what true despair feels like." From Maestro Warner, he had sensed clear disapproval toward Sharon. And Harry lived to crush prodigies. Naturally, he wouldn't spare her. This time, before the eyes of the world, he would dismantle Sharon completely—leave her with no defense, no hop

He has auburn hair and gold eyes. Standing stiffly, I observe as he strides towards me and gives me a slight bow. “Traeger, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Mathias…” He points towards the men who follow behind him. “This is Mikhail, Azazel, Gadriel, and Isaiah.” I nod my head in greeting. Gadriel and Isaiah are definitely angels. The other two men, however, are different. I can sense that Mikhail is not something I was familiar with. Azazel smells like a demon. Having Lycan senses can come in handy. Azazel smells like ash, which is what we learned Demons smell like. They all smile, but not in a way that tells me they trust me. More like they're taking my measure. None of them speak.