Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Is Arcturus Heir นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The Angel didn't understand subtlety or trying to soften a blow. "What? Is this some kind of joke? Who is this jerk?" Art snapped as he stared at Azakeal with a deep frown. Aurora sighed. Okay. This wasn't going as she planned it. "Hi, Arthur. You are a good wizard." "He knew about me? How could you tell him about-" "I knew your great-grandmother. She is the last one in your family who had pure magick like yours." "Who is this stalker? What the heck is-"

Harry thought. Harry felt a sharp pain, after realizing the whole truth. He turned to face Arthur with his hard glare. "My words remain the same! I will never change them! This slut of a woman, would never get to see her son again. And you who claim to be her baby's daddy, I would advise you don't even make an attempt to get the kid away from me otherwise I will kill you and feed your flesh to the ravens." Harry said with his eyes directly at Arthur, who only looked for a few seconds and eventually moved his eyes away from him. Harry's look was so impossible to behold. Harrh looked like a beast that would cause havoc on earth.

“When the Veil falls. When the Forgotten Ones rise. And when the world needs a ruler who is neither human… nor cursed… but something in between.” He stepped closer. “Aria is not your enemy,She is your last hope to awaken the queen as well.” “And you?” she whispered. “What are you?” Harry smiled—sadly, almost kindly. “I am the shadow that prepares the throne.” Then he turned, vanishing into the dark. The headmistress sat alone, the chalice almost slipped from her hands. And for the first time, she wondered—who was she really fighting for? For three days nobody saw or heard from Harry.

Instead, she would forge her own path, fighting for Alexander's love ,pursuing her passions and embracing the opportunities that lay ahead. And Lord Arcturus, true to his word, would work behind the scenes to address the matter, knowing that fate had a way of surprising them all. In the intricate dance of power and love, nothing was certain, and he remained determined to secure a future that would bring joy and fulfillment to his beloved daughter.

Harry unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He stepped closer. “Trust me, Ivy. We don’t need the healer or the antidote. This way, we’ll even have our own pup… You’ll have to be my mate then, won’t you?” He reached out and lifted my chin. “Even in this life, you can never escape me. You’ll always be mine, Ivy.” As my consciousness faded, it hit me. Harry had come back from past, too.

I take my turn, and when I walk back, Harry looks at me and says, “We need to go. Mom and Dad heard about the incident here and want us home now.” I nod as I grab my bag, and Archer says, “Wait, we can escort you home!” I dangle my keys and say, “Not necessary. It was nice meeting you.” “Could I have your number?” He asks quickly. I look him up and down; he’s attractive, and this does give me an inside look at what’s going on in the packs. I can feel that Harry is frustrated by my interaction with Archer, but I ignore him. I say, “Give me your phone.”

His fingers graze the back of my neck as he passes, sending sparks down my spine. "The child responded to the moon." His voice is rough from the Change. I don't ask how he knows. We both felt it—that surge of power when the howls reached their peak. Like called to like. Arthur studies me with unsettling focus. "Elara spoke to you." I stiffen. "She said strange things." "Old prophecies." His thumb brushes my jaw, calloused and warm. "The pack needs an heir. But the child..." His gaze drops to my stomach, hungry in a way that has nothing to do with bloodlines. "The child could be so much more."

The priestess waited for him to recover, idly picking her nails, glancing at him once he stood, “Hear my words detok, for they come straight from the lips of the winter father” she started as the army took and knee, same with detok, “You detok, heir to both the winter and summer thrones has fallen short in the eyes of the rulers of both courts, particularly in my eyes for the thoughts of herandra matters little to me, you will have one chance to absolve yourself of this shame you have soiled me with. You will travel alone to the gates of artemon, there you will slay the prince and present his head to me as an act of apology, then and only then will I consider you my heir once again.”

I would forever remember what happened in order for me never to do it again. How else would I learn the consequences of such an act? I wasn’t sure Anja and Leander’s glamour of the pack would have worked, but I must say that I was surprised that it did. Anja even put the glamour over Harry so that he wouldn’t remember what happened to him. I was thankful for that; the last thing anyone wants is for that little boy to grow up remembering how he was killed then brought back to life. This vampiric spell also had people believing that Harry was born from Bastian and Lilly. Even little Harry will think they’re his birth parents. I wondered how that would work when Bastian and Lilly haven’t been t

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.