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“That’s right! Hall Master, this guy doesn't even mention us in the final stage of the true god-level. Does he have no respect for us?” Many of the masters from the Hall of Divine Royal were enraged as they glared at Fane in disbelief. “Fane, you have to consider this properly. If you insist, I’ll take out my hands in this matter and you can do as you like. If you regret this later on, I won’t do anything even if you beg me. I’m a person who won’t get involved once I decide that I won't!” Harry was bitter. He was kind enough to offer help but never expected Fane to turn down his offer.

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

It was Sophie’s twenty-second birthday party — my best friend’s big night — and I was supposed to be dancing with her, not standing frozen by the glass railing with my drink forgotten in my hand. But he was right there. Marcus Hale. Sophie’s father. Forty-eight years old, six-foot-three of tailored perfection in a charcoal dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. Those forearms — corded with muscle, veins standing out against tanned skin — flexed as he shook someone’s hand and laughed at whatever they said. His dark hair was streaked with just enough silver at the temples to make my stomach tighten. The kind of silver that screamed *experienced, powerful and completely off-lim

You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make till the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the gods above Can separate the two of us I hummed softly along and he looked over at me. "Big fan,huh?" "No, just one of them." I pulled over into the parking lot. "Who's this unlucky guy?" "One, he's not unlucky. Two, it's Harry." We walked towards my locker. "Harry Styles?" "No," I rolled my eyes at him. "Harry Potter." "Haha, really funny." He said as I slammed my locker shut. I turned on my heels and coffee spilled on my shirt. Way to start Friday morning. "Watch the hell where you're going." The voice barked.

LUCAS'S POV "Dude, Sophia is going to go crazy when she sees this badass surprise. You are the main deal my buddy, no way I could ever pull up something charming like this!" Harry said, rubbing his two palms laden with aesthetic rings together with a playful grin that touches his eyes as he takes in the supposed romantic scene.

"That's hilarious! I can already picture his face. He must look just like my younger brother when I tease him!" "It isn't the type of harassment where they get physical, is it? If it is, my heart will break into a million pieces." "Who is bold enough to harass the kid? If they have the guts, they should come and fight me!" Harry had many fans among the hundreds of thousands of people in the livestream. Although on the surface it seemed as if they were paying attention to him because of Giselle, the truth was that after watching Harry, they had been won over by him and had become his fans.

came Gabriel, who happened to be writing something. Jake sat next to Matt with Gabriel on the other side as Mrs. Fenway, the music and drama teacher walked in and ordered all students to be quiet. "Now, today we're going to venture into the world of fantasy..." "What is this, Hogwarts?" joked Cole from the middle row as a low clatter of laughter followed. "I'm sure everyone in this hall has come across the word, Dracula," Mrs. Fenway went on. Great, more Halloween nonsense! Jake found himself saying in his head.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:45 AM Larry Potter was doing a fine impression of a fish outside the water at the moment. What he just saw was some very amazing stuff, even when magic is taken into account. But then, he only knew this magic world for a little more than a year, so he didn't have much of a base to compare. Larry Potter then looked at his Head of House, and paused. Even if she was not doing a fish outside the water impression, she was looking at Erik with wide eyes.

Melancholy, regret, earnestness and tenderness, all mixed into one. “Ok,” I say, struggling to keep my voice from shaking. “Then tell me what you can. Who are you really?” Felix narrows his eyes at me, shaking his head. “I’m exactly who you think I am,” he says. “Felix Lockhart. Seventeen years old. Lead singer of the British rock band Fable. Human.”

Ten minutes wouldn’t even be enough for someone to finish a call, would it? “Ha ha ha! What a joke! I’ve seen a lot of douchebags who pretended to be great in front of me, but I’ve never seen anyone as shameless as you!” “Switch the host in ten minutes? Ha ha ha! Do you know who supports my family?” “I’m afraid you might piss in your pants if I tell you!” “Hell, you don’t deserve to know!” Harry and his workers roared in laughter. In their eyes, Harvey was no more than an idiot.