Harry Potter Golden Trio Novels & Stories

“It is a journey of power. You have to join forces with the Blue Britain pack and the Purple Front pack. Gather up to three hundred people and until then, you would know what next to do or you can summon me back then. If not.” she said and vanished into thin air. Trevor was stunned where he sat down. This was not what he was expecting. He had thought it would be something about some people trying to overrule them and did not expect it to be joining forces with other packs. And to talk about it, the Blue Britain and Purple Front pack, they were known to be the strongest packs in the wolf world.

she bounced back much spiritedly, with warmth in her voice, “romance is like a dice; it always takes two sides to win a fortune but often, it is only one side that gets the attention. The one you love may not love you back. And it is highly unlikely that two people would love each other equally. Like the downside of a dice, a true lover isn’t one that comes with glory to seek your praise. There would be no top side of a dice if the down side decides not to rest. “Grandson, you have the right to choose who your heart desires, but be careful so that you don’t throw away the precious pearl that finds you, and go chasing after a mere shining stone.” The words of grandma, though filled with pro

Professor Hyle said-" Now you must return to your class, and shall not discuss these things with anyone else." I nodded and left. When I reached my class I saw the class had already been started by Professor Mecoy I asked-" May I come in professor?" She looked at me and nodded-" Yes, Yes come in Miss. Macduff. Please find yourself a seat as we have already started the class. I found Jenny and Junnie had saved me a seat. I went to them and sat beside them. Jenny asked in a low whisper-" What happened?" I replied with a low tone-" Grandma came, principal Dunston and professor Hyle were also there, they said I should not use the Golden wand instead I should use a normal wand. They have hidden i

I had pinned my hair up into a sleek, high bun, exposing the long line of my neck. When I walked down the grand staircase, all three brothers were waiting in the foyer. They wore identical black tuxedos, yet their postures immediately broadcasted their fiercely clashing personalities. Ethan was adjusting his gold cufflinks with chilly precision; Asher stood with his hands rammed into his pockets, tracking my descent with a heavy, primal hunger; and Caleb leaned against the marble pillar, a glass of champagne in hand and a thoroughly satisfied smirk plastered on his face. "Breathtaking," Caleb murmured, breaking the silence as he stepped forward to offer me his arm the moment my heel hit the

I never shattered that beautiful illusion, not until the day the high school entrance exam results came out. His so-called friends, who had once gathered around him, listening to his bragging, all received their acceptance letters to high school. They stood together, talking about their future schools and their dreams of college, while he, for the first time, was left far behind by people his own age. At 15, he was beginning to form a sense of self. Only then did he realize that although he had indeed been happy all this time, beneath that happiness was a vast and empty nothing.

Vincent POV The car hummed along the deserted highway, the engine's rhythmic purr accompanying the low murmur of conversation inside. Shanelle, Beatrice, and Kayleen, the famous trio of models, sat in the backseat while Dan expertly maneuvered the vehicle toward our safe house for the night. I glanced at them through the side view mirror, my gaze lingering on Shanelle.

Elizabeth interrupted me, saying, “Instead, ours is a fusion between our human counterpart and our wolf. We need magic to perform the fusion.” Emma asked, “Do Harry and his heirs have a third form?” “Yes, they have it. Their third forms are...” “An abomination!” Martha interrupted her. We all looked at them, confused. Until now, I believed Harry had no third form, but apparently our knowledge was wrong.

I straddled him to deepen the kiss when we heard a whistle behind us. “If I had known you guys would give this kind of show, I would’ve brought popcorn.” I broke away to see George and Harry walking towards them. I jumped up to greet them, pulling them both into a hug. “What are you guys doing here?!” “You think we’ll leave you going against a crazy witch without our help. Besides, I have never seen a grimoire up close before,” Harry said with a sparkle in his eye. I looked at George, who rolled his eyes as Harry gushed about the books Mirja let him keep.

Jordan turned to Nessa with a smile, "I have a feeling today is the day, Nessa. I can't wait to meet our grandchildren." Nessa's eyes sparkled with excitement as she replied, "I feel it too, James. I'm so grateful for this blessing." Their anticipation grew as they got out of bed and made their way to the kitchen for a cup of steaming coffee. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as they sat at the small wooden table, sipping their drinks in comfortable silence. After a few moments, Jordan spoke up, breaking the quiet, "I think we should call her husband, Robert, to ensure everything is alright and to find out if the babies are truly triplets or if it was just a single baby boy."

I broke my promise and left the spot I was crouching, then slowly began to circle the perimeter of the forest, towards where the murderers stood on the edge of the garden. I just wanted to see their faces once, wanted to memorize their happy smiles so that when those same faces were twisted in the grimace of death, my revenge would be sweeter. I just wanted to know who killed my parents. I stopped at the brink of the forest, ever closer to where the men stood. They seemed to be having a discussion about how to dispose of the dead bodies they'd created, the people they'd murdered. I scanned their faces one by one, my eyes moving rapidly through the group of ten or twelve men, and my eyes came