Harry Potter Founders Novels & Stories

"Five years old. Out of London. Quite well regarded apparently. Serena Walsh was enthusiastic about their work." "Who's the founder?" The pause this time is long enough to be its own answer. "Lila," I say. "Who is the founder?" "A woman named Jenna Kingsley," she says. Quiet. Precise. Like someone laying down something heavy and stepping back from it carefully. The name means nothing. For approximately four seconds, the name means absolutely nothing at all. And then something shifts — something in the filing system at the back of my mind, cross-referencing, connecting a surname I have not thought about in five years to a face I dismissed so thoroughly I had nearly erased it entirely.

"That's not the simulation." "It's the **Pre-Script**," a new voice said. We spun around. Standing in the shadows of the trees was the "First Iteration" of my father. He shouldn't have been there—he was a memory from the Sub-Level—but he looked solid. Real. "The Founder was the first one to build a machine," Aris said, looking up at the rift. "But she wasn't the first one to find the Source. She built her world on top of a graveyard. And now that she’s gone... the **Owners** of the graveyard are waking up."

“I’m willing to accept that these things are real. But how does that all add up to what happened to me?” “So Isak, Aidan, and Albert used to be part of the Order of the Jade Seal. The child vampire, Azer, and the African angel, Eliezer, were the original founders of the order, along with Aidan’s father, Hizkiah. It was an elitist group of vampires, angels, and demons that cleaned up messes like a human, finding out about the supernatural. No clue if they were ever a good organization, but they went off the rails at some point.” Hana explained. “Um…okay, and the Wednesday lunch special stripper?” I asked.

I guess it's already in their genes. We fell in deafening silence while heading to FLR EL GRANDE, his company. Well, basically his father, Mr. Raven Fauler was the founder of it and then, he was the only heir to handle its full rights. Sometimes i think Mrs. Helena is a genius woman to have herself sons with different fathers and different empires. How smart a lady she is, rather a cunning one.

Berriwott looked more and more frightened as his mouth continued to divulge secrets without his consent. “They are looking for an evolution or substitute of Pantiumite in order to provide energy for New-Man that can last forever.” “Who are the ‘they’ you speak of?” Berriwott bit his bottom lip and the answer came out muffled. “You will not attempt to keep silent when asked questions. Who are the ‘they’ you speak of?” This time, Berriwott had tears streaming down his cheeks as he gave away the names of his accomplices “Janon Trueman, Lilith Malfoy, Vox Madero and Kalifa Zeidner.”

Magic. Old magic. Powerful magic. The kind that lingers long after its creator is gone. “What is it?” Lucas asks. Evelyn carefully opens the cover. The first page bears a date nearly three hundred years old. Beneath it are two names. Names that stop them both cold. Aurelia Blackwood & Gideon Ashford. The founders of their respective bloodlines. The first witch. The first werewolf. The diary tells a story neither family ever spoke of—or maybe one they meant to bury.

“Why do you need to break into a part of your own Organization? Can’t you waltz in?” “You know Andersons and Knights were the founders of the Shadow Knight Organization.” I nodded. “There was a third founder.” “Excuse me?” I looked at him, taken aback. He stood up, my hands still in his hold. He nodded in confirmation. Great, just great. Killian stood up and started to move, slipping his hand back into his pocket, then turned to look at me.

In an instant, both parties started shouting at each other, gathering and ready to fight. Hearing the commotion below, James looked at Thea. “Maxine and Wyot became founders. They each established a sect and have their own disciples?” Thea couldn’t help but laugh. “So many years have passed in Zymurgy. With their talent, they should have almost reached the Daelcon Rank.” “I have to see this.” James scratched his head. “If Maxine and Wyot have become founders, what about Taran, Cairo, Zavis, and Henrik? What rank should they be?

“The Order of Ash was only a branch.” Lucien frowned immediately. “A branch of what?” Malvora’s dark violet eyes moved slowly around the room. “An older organization,” she answered calmly. “One that existed before packs, covens, and vampire kingdoms separated fully.” Mira’s hands tightened around the edge of the table. “The Founders Circle.” Several witches immediately looked disturbed after hearing the name. Rylan noticed. “You know them?” “Only stories,” Mira admitted quietly. “Ancient supernatural leaders who believed balance should be controlled through fear and bloodline purity.”

“So it’s true, then?” Harry’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and cold, making the entire room feel tighter. James looked at him calmly, setting his phone down on the desk. “I didn’t know you were coming, Harry.” “Didn’t know?” Harry scoffed, his footsteps heavy as he approached the table. “You really think I wouldn’t find out after everyone’s been talking about the Smith Corporation shares being bought by a foreign company? A company that, as it turns out, you secretly founded?”