Harry Potter Blaise Novels & Stories

I ignored them and watched how the teacher read each question. "I am quite impressed, Miss Johnson , you answered all the questions correctly. Well done. You can go," said the professor with admiration, depositing my paper and giving me permission to leave. I stopped by the door when I heard a familiar voice behind me. "It's nonsense! She didn't even take classes!” As I turned around, my eyes met those of Blaise, Edmond’s friend and third commander of the pack. "And yet, I know more than you," I said before leaving the class. Blaise has never been one of my main tyrants, yes, he got involved when it came to insults, but never further than that.When I entered the hallway, the boys were alread

The professor announced them, Mia, as usual, yawned and tried to focus on what he said. The door slammed, Mia couldn't open her eyes correctly as she saw the blurry figure of a man, he came up to the podium and cleared his throat. She still couldn't see the suspicious guy, Noah looked at him with shock, he turned over to Mia who narrowed her eyes. "My name is Blaze Vasilis." He presented himself. She closed her eyes and repeated his name, numerous time. Blaze Vasilis. Blaze Vasilis. "Blaze Vasilis!" She thoughts and jumped off her chair, making her fall back.

Blair said in a relaxed tone, waving his hand casually. "Although Harry is arrogant, he is not a bad guy." "Yes, I can see it too." I couldn’t help laughing at the thought of Harry’s cocky face. "Besides, he is powerful and strong.With him taking care of you, your life in the academy to Someone Behind Everything — will be much better in the future," Blair said with a serious look on his face. I didn’t expect that he would be this considerate to me, so I was surprised.I also felt warm in my heart

My eyelids fluttered open and I blinked a few times. They adjusted to the dark around me as Blaise cracked his neck. I got up from the bed wondering where Storm was. I opened my bedroom door and walked down the hallway following her scent. ‘Why is it so quiet?’ I asked Blaise. ‘I’m not sure, human. I smell grief,’ he answered me. ‘What’s the last thing you remember?’ I asked him. ‘The witch burning,’ he said with a growl.

" My words further provoked Adrian. Blaise was Adrian's half-brother from the same father but different mother. When their father was young, he'd abandoned Blaise's mother for power and promptly married Adrian's mother, Juniper Mirren. But by then, Blaise's mother, Alexandra Fernard, was already pregnant. In the end, Alexandra gave birth to Blaise alone and raised him by herself. Only after she fell ill and passed away did Alpha Robert learn of Blaise's existence. Even so, Luna Juniper and Adrian both refused to let Blaise join the family.

Darius interjected, his brows furrowed in confusion. "Yes," Sera confirmed. "Blaise was a warlock, and a powerful one at that. Alina met him on a trip in the nearby town, they were fated mates. He moved into our pack but shrouded his presence, not wanting to attract unwanted attention. Unfortunately, he didn't know of Lex's obsession with Alina." Prius nodded, the pieces slowly falling into place. "Lex had tried to kidnap her once, but Blaise located her quickly and brought her back. They were trying to leave the night that monster attacked our Alpha. They were trying to take their baby to a safer place."

I stopped, hesitantly and turned to look at him. "Miller," I mumbled, my eyes narrowing slightly. "What can I possibly do to assist you?" He looked at me for a moment, a grin etching its way onto his face. He was amused by the frustration he could see hiding behind my eyes. "Well, that's just it—you're my new tutor, Bloom." Oh, hell.

My eyes moved to the right where a cupboard is situated with a tray on it, and just when I shifted to the next item beside it, I saw him. Ryker. Emerging from another door. His muscles were fluid, painfully pouring from his tight shirt. My throat bubbled up and down as I swallowed. He walked to the end of the sofa, not giving me a glance. “Sit,” Blaise pointed to the empty chair beside him. “I will make this swift,” Blaise started, rubbing his palms together, and dread pooled in my stomach, sour like spoiled milk. “The forest.” His last statement made my breath come out shallow and fast, but my fist was coiled tightly to my side. They shouldn't see how much their presence makes my whole body

he said, but I went anyway. Selene and Luna stood over the shattered remains of an antique vase, faces pale. I didn’t need to guess who had done it. "Who broke this?" I asked, my voice sharp. "Saoirse, love, it’s just a vase—" Blaze began. "It was obliterated," I cut him off. "With magic." Both girls exchanged guilty glances. Selene’s hand lifted slowly. My heart dropped. "Selene… who taught you the spell of obliteration?"

No matter how seductive the packaging may be. There was briefly a touch of uncertainty when he hurled the rough words at her, but she remained happy and longing. Her gaze wandered over his face, caught on the strands of hair that covered his right eye. He always combed it so as not to frighten the people around him. More curiosity wafted over him instead of her feeling repulsed as he had intended. Great. She was the stubborn type of woman. “My name is Blaise. I do the shopping and I am a cook. Ferroc said I should always make sure that there's something left in the fridge for you. That's why I know your name. "