Harry Potter Blaise Novels & Stories

"She didn't want to do it with Camelia. She's a normal girl," said the third person "It's true she's a normal girl, but she's the only one untouched in school, Javier," said Blaise "And what about the new girl? At least she's hot as hell and not like that other girl," said Steve "No, she's smart and she knows what I'm going to do but the other girl would like someone to talk to her, let alone me having an affair with her!" Blaise said sarcastically.

She said moving her hair sideways revealing her bare neck. I ignored her despite whatever it was I was feeling and sat down. "You seemed to have forgotten that this was arranged and none of our parents showed any of us who we were meant to meet" I stated matter of factly Realization hit her because she sat up straight and arranged her hair back. As she did that, I admired how her brown curly hair bounced around as she brought them forward covering her neck. I realized what was happening when she was boring holes into my body with her eyes. I beckoned over to a waiter who came to take our orders. He ordered shrimp and vegetable salad and Pierre Chavin Zero Blanc Wine.

I nodded, “Me too.” I then turned to one of the boys who had black hair like mine, but brown eyes and a chiseled jawline, “What is your name?” He shrugged, “I’m Blaise. I’m sixteen and a warlock. I was raised by my biological father. He always told me my mom is a bitch, but I never believed him.” I laughed, “Well, at least you got to know your father. I have no clue who mine is.”

Blaise breathed out, obviously in an awkward manner as he looked back and forth between Queen Elisa, Zillah and Ciaran who were stunned along his friends the moment he called the queen "mother" Vivien's knees nearly buckled, Theo quietly supporting her by her elbow. Neptos leaned backwards with a scrunched eyebrows. Now that Blaise was near the three royalties. They indeed looked similar. Why didn't they noticed it before? "Zeph..." Ciaran didn't know what to say. He looked at Chloe. "This is Blaise Kelsey?" Even Jared has a surprise registered in his face. No one in their group of friends thought that the carefree, silly guy with Healing ability was the first prince Zephrain.

Holden wraps his arms around Seraphina’s hips from his place on the couch behind her, presses his face into her bare midriff and nips at her skin. I hate it here. “You good, man?” I’ve been so focused on the scene in front of me, I didn’t see Blaise plop down on an ottoman next to me. “Fine,” I say, unconvincingly. “Just… tired.” “Yeah, I get that,” Blaise says. “You’ve… been tired a lot recently.”

“And look who it is—Kaela. Up so early, and already flinging your sister-mate through a wall. Impressive.” Kaela steeled herself and turned. Blaise looked perfectly rested, faint traces of mint cologne clinging to him. A small, traitorous part of her was disappointed it wasn’t Ronan. She crushed the thought immediately. “Good morning, Blaise.” His gaze dropped to her makeshift sheet wrap, eyes darkening with clear displeasure. “I wish I could say the same.” He shook his head. “Picking fights with seniors isn’t allowed in Nightreign. You’ll need to be punished.”

I have always read books with vampires and wolves in them. I liked this kind of animalistic, primal love. It always touched something inside of me. I guess that’s why liked those weird dreams. “Wait a minute, you said dragons? They are real! Oh my god, I want to ride one.” My friend chuckled more at my giddy movement and the awe in my voice. “You have met Blaise already. He is the king of dragons. Lucius is the vampire king. Augustus is the wizard king. And Caius is the demon king.”

Horribly and gut-wrenchingly wrong. I blinked rapidly as I stared at the sight in front of me. I forced back my tears and held down the lump in my throat as I forced a smile on my face and took their order. The blonde beside Alaric slid her hand onto his thigh as she leaned over to whisper something in his ear. I bit my cheek as I sucked a breath in through my nose. He smirked, rearranging the hat atop his head as he whispered something back to her. Her cheeks turned red, and I could only imagine what dirty remark he had told her. Were they the same words he had told me in bed last night?

Gon said. “Haha, yeah. In many ways. Hm?” Matthew was caught off guard when Theraphosa suddenly knelt down. “Forgive me Lord Blair! I have not noticed you because of my ignorance! You may punish me if you wish so- no, you wouldn’t need my consent!” She apologised rapidly. “Err, no, it’s fine. Really. Stand up.” Matthew said to her, but Thephosa treated it like an order. “Yes, Lord Blair!” She sprung up.

I nodded, “Me too.” I then turned to one of the boys who had black hair like mine, but brown eyes and a chiseled jawline, “What is your name?” He shrugged, “I’m Blaise. I’m sixteen and a warlock. I was raised by my biological father. He always told me my mom is a bitch, but I never believed him.” I laughed, “Well, at least you got to know your father. I have no clue who mine is.”