Harry Potter Founders Novels & Stories

Adrastus and April will change your view of the entire dragon realm. Finally, if you're secretly a Harry Potter fanatic, Ravenclaw Academy: Quinley's reign will have you addicted in no time, watch out though-this is not a young children series as it ties in with my Hellraiser trilogy and has dark themes as an introduction to Hell comes in the form of a young demon who arrives at the Academy.

Liza said that today was our relaxing day, but I wanted to get this over and done with, so I brought the book to read while they relaxed. I sat down cross legged on the sofa and opened the book to start reading, blocking out the noises from the TV. The four main founders of Sylia were Elizabeth Micheal, Justin Parrish, Judith Clarke, and Daniel Bayley. "You find anything?" Liza asked curiously from beside me. I frowned and shook my head, "nothing important. They do have a picture of the founders though, take a look." I showed her the pictures that the author attached to the founders' names.

I asked. “They’re ancient werewolves and also the founders of this college,” she explained, her voice dropping slightly as if sharing a secret. “Hades is the eldest, dark, enigmatic, and rumored to possess abilities no one can truly comprehend. Then there’s Kia, the mastermind behind the Lunar Fighters. He might seem cheerful, but don’t be fooled, he’s lethal and not someone to toy with. And finally, there’s the one with white hair and grey eyes, he’s Bla…” A shrill bell cut through the air, interrupting her mid-sentence. She spun around, her eyes widely opened.

Aeun said, impressed, and Haze chuckled. "Guess so. I'm really thankful since joining HGS. I don't even feel like we're footing the bill for the foundation's projects. It's like we're golden tickets, people throwing proposals at us left and right. With the deals rolling in, we're talking more than billions a day... Maybe way more if we play to the founder's taste." "Founder? Who's the founder of HGS?" I frowned, realizing every group has one. "You already know him since the last issue of the Blu Arte's, he's Zeke Charles Wu. Remember him?"

The first four names, all in grey ink, got Madam Pince attention when she read them. 'Rowena Ravenclaw - Founder/Owner Helga Hufflepuff - Founder/Owner Salazar Slytherin - Founder/Owner Godric Gryffindor - Founder/Owner' Under the four founder's names were three more greyed names, followed by two that were the firsts in dark green ink. 'Susan Ravenclaw - Heir/Owner Erik Ravenclaw - Heir/Owner' Madam Pince noted the difference, and just above Susan's name, she read the greyed name of her sister.

I could feel his loss from where I sat. "These founders," I said. "who are they?" "They are a bunch of Psychopaths with too much money and no moral," Emilio said. "I tried for years to bring them to justice but but they had so many lawyers who found ways to get them out of the charges," He said with frustration. "Do you know who the founders are?" I asked him. "Your husband's parents are part, St. Dumas who own majority of the property in the city are also a part of the founders," He said. "And some unscrupulous politicians with dubious backgrounds," He finished.

And a third figure I had never seen in any account of the founding, standing between them like he belonged there. "Three," Celeste said quietly. "Not two. Hale Tech had three founders, and everything you have been told, by everyone, including your own father, has been built on the erasure of the third. Look at his face, Elara. Look carefully. You have already met his son." I looked. The young man in the photograph had Adrian Cole's exact stillness.

Written boldly there on the screen was the Ashkara Circle. Finally. My cursor trembled slightly as I clicked to expand the entry. More text unfolded, and as I read with all eagerness, understanding dawned slowly. The Ashkara Circle was founded over a century ago. It was the very first coven to be established by a witch-wolf group of hybrids. I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening as I read on. The founders, it said, had created the Circle out of pure desperation. "Interesting," I muttered beneath my breath, nodding slowly. I read on.

The phrase that chilled her: She saw him. She met Dorian’s eyes. “Who is she talking about?” He sat down on the nearest armchair. “The man who built the first iteration of Velvet. Before me. Before any of the investors. Before the club was a club.” Isolde’s breath hitched. “I thought you were the founder.” “I was the face.” His gaze was distant now. “But the real founder was a man named Alden Vex.” “That sounds like a made-up name.” “Because it is,” Dorian said. “No one knows where he came from. He had a dozen aliases. He was obsessed with control. With secret obedience. He treated people like collections. Especially women.”

She paused, her eyes scanning the page. “What is it?” I pressed. Althea hesitated before continuing. “One of the founding members was a witch named Esther.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut. “That can’t be a coincidence.” “It’s not,” Althea said, her voice firm. “Keep listening.”