Harry Potter Founders Novels & Stories

“You have our word; we won’t tell a soul.” “It wasn’t one person who started the Order all those centuries ago, but an entire family. More specifically, three brothers.” She explained, once again sitting down on the sofa. “The daughter of the eldest brother was an oracle. Legend says that’s where the prophecy predicting yours and Lilac’s arrival began. The three of them formed the Order as a way of getting the truth out into the world. Humans were hunting our kind by the day, and it wasn’t getting any better. Each generation, the mantle was passed down. Even after all this time, the Huxley line remains the official founders of the Order.” Huxley?

“Here, drink some.” April Rose grabbed the glass and poured the water down her throat. “Thanks, Marcy,” she said, taking a deep breath. Meanwhile, the headmistress continued speaking. “It was the curious and clever witch Cassandra Spellflower who first brought up the idea of building Sun and Moon Academy. Through her witchcraft, they were able to find a perfect place to build the academy.” The blonde freckled girl who bore the aquamarine flag held her torch and slowly moved it down, eventually lighting up the cauldron for team Spellflower.

His tone was calm and lifeless, but the burning anger behind his eyes could not be mistaken for Gukasho. “I dare not, my lord. I am only concerned for the princess’ well-being. Should she fail to attend Transylvania Academy, the other three Halflings will target her easily. It is the only place that could help her bring out her full potential.” Transylvania Academy was founded by the three leaders of the world. The angel, Michael, from the Benevolent World; the Kraken, Headmaster Kirk, from the Ambivalent World; and the demon king, Lucifer, from the Malevolent World.

Seraphina's heart stopped. "What?" "He discovered something." Charles looked away. Pain flickered briefly across his face. "Something none of us expected." The basement felt smaller. Colder. More dangerous. "What did he discover?" Charles opened his mouth. Then closed it again. As though struggling with the memory. Finally— "He found the Founder." The words meant nothing. And everything. Because Charles looked genuinely terrified. Terrified of a title. Not a name. A title. "The Founder?" Charles nodded. "The person who created the Circle."

I looked at the new vampires of Harlow Empire and I could tell how nervous they all looked. It was not something easy to be taken from your human life and get thrown into the world of vampires in a matter of a day or two. Such a traumatic experience if you would ask me. Each Empire was named according to the name of its founder. The founder of my empire was Jonathan Harlow; thus, the empire was called Harlow Empire.

He has several foundations for orphans and oldies, he was also one of the founders of a certain non-government organization that offers help and assistance for people whenever there were calamities. That time when those responsibilities were handed to me, I thought of something that I would find other than the expanded companies of Craige Inc. That was when mom's condition and our affair came in my mind and her experience before. Instead of finding the best psychiatrist or specialist who could help her get rid of being a hypersexual person, I decided to find good ones and hire them for the new foundation that I have in mind. And after a year then, our preparation for it started. Thankfully,

Now that I think about it, I hadn't met her that much at all. Olivia said carefully, "So, you're …" He said, "You might have guessed it, so I might as well be honest with you. I'm one of the founders of Peace's Embrace. As I've told you, my initial intention was to help more people. "But I didn't expect things to turn out this way in the end. Although Toxic Hive was founded a long time ago, they didn't dare to do things their way so obtrusively back then. They would still show me some respect."

She must have gotten all the academic brains between the three of us. “I bet you won a lot of awards.” I said, she laughed. “I sure did. Not to brag but I was an elite in med school.” “That’s so nice.” I said, amazed. She was definitely gifted. “We are pretty gifted, the three of us. Harry has a successful company that he started right after high school. He is a billionaire. I am doing well in my field and you are Luna and soon to be queen of the biggest pack in the world, not to mention a healer.”

And somewhere in the middle of all this chaos, we found common ground. Verdantis. The new “eco-friendly” startup that had emerged suspiciously just as the environmental chaos around Whitehill peaked. “Blake was suggesting you guys buy it,” Florence said one evening. We were in a quaint Italian cafe waiting for our pizzas. “Which is a trap, right?” I replied immediately, sipping my espresso. “Exactly!” she grinned. I leaned in. “Who’s the founder again?” “Like Blake said… some 21-year-old frat guy. Jason Holland.”

she continues, “Shadowspire Royal Academy has been around forever. Literally.” “Forever?” I echo. “Ten thousand years. At the inception of the pack.” Her eyes glimmer as if she’s about to recite something she’s memorized. “Those who fought to build the pack were called the founding families. They weren’t ordinary wolves, you know. They were elders with unique magical abilities.” “Magic?”