Harry Potter Is An Assassin Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The time I spent on those skimy socialites when I had this rose blooming in my garden was now down the drain. As I was observing her features, drilling them in my memory, James phone ‘dinged’ and he shot up from his seat, cursing. “Your fiancé is fleeing again!” He sneered typing furiously on his phone. “Alerting Marco Team totrack her before we—“ “Don’t bother,” I cut him off monotonously. Today I’ll catch my little Raven and bring her in my golden cage. “I am curious of the hoaxes she has up her sleeves.”

They were hurt pretty badly because of Eros' torture but are now recovering. "Their names are Raven and Howel. Make sure to interrogate them separately and don't let them alone in one room," he explained to his right-hand man. If they are left alone, they might make up a story to fool them. Raven, the assassin who revealed his name and bowed down to Eros' wishes when they were in the arena because his brother, Howel, was stabbed and bleeding to death. He cared too much for his brother, making it his weakness.

Harry says. "It is not good enough for me! I want you to convince him! If he does not marry me in three days, you will die. I will keep this spell on you until Xavier is my husband," I say. I let go of him, and I kicked away his knife. I kept my grip on him until we left the house to return to the club. I walk in front of Harry. It does not look too good. I know it is because of the pain of the spell. However, the next moment, I fell to the ground. I feel the burning of the knife in my back.

I want him to understand I fucking mean it. This evening I'm more tired than normal and the bar is super busy. There's a commotion at the door and I see Gregory getting into a heated fight with an ugly fucking gray-colored guy, with long black hair that looked oddly familiar. No fucking way. I heard them yelling for me. I frowned and looked at Sphinx and he's super pissed. He's standing before me in front of the bar with his golden magic whipping around him. I can see the man, it's an assassin, and it's fucking Marcel, a soul-eating killer and one of the most expensive ones to hire. Who in the hell has that kind of money and wants me dead? I grabbed Sphinx's arm and tilted my head towards th

'OH , I can do more than just stop you", Harry said with a dangerous glint in his eyes . His hands rolling the cuffs of his shirt so that his muscular forearm can be seen . I am sure things are going to get nasty if any of them choose this exact moment to say something , so this is my cue to take things over . "Hey guys, no need to get angry , why not we talk things over, right harry , Winston?" I step in between both of them ,my hands on harry's chest . I might've let my hands wander on the muscular planes of his rick-hard chest . I feel Harry's heartbeat quicken underneath my palm, so i let my hand falter by my side . I see harry smirking and eyeing me from my periphery and red hot heat ga

She could not even recognize these people, but they seemed to know her. "I wasn't sure it was you at first glance today because it was dark when I met you years ago, but the more I look at you, I can tell, it wan no other than you, the famous Big B in the world of Assassins." The guy answered with hatred but with self-control as well. "Why would you want me alive then? Do you want to cut me with your bare hands? Or your blade legs?" Brianna was provoking him intentionally. She had already noticed Tatum was conscious even in his position, laying flat down on the ground.

Because the light was too weak, she couldn't see the fresh blood smeared all over the girl's body, only was surprised and shouted: “Shelly... ah!" Nurse Rose stared in disbelief at her stomach, which had just been pierced by a screwdriver and fell to the floor. The children around her were not surprised to see her suddenly fall down, but found a familiar figure entering. Shelly stomped her muddy feet on the nanny rose, smiling at them. The angelic smile at this moment was bloodthirsty like a devil, and his eyes were red like hell fire. "Asian! Asian! Asian!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

she continued after her query. A snicker was all could be seen in Harry’s expression. “My dear Crystal Fei, he is indirectly related, because the real target is his father, Harold Valencia. I am sure that you are aware of your brother’s occupation as an assassin as well, am I correct?” he questioned. Earning a nod from the female whom began to clench her hand on the file, crumpling the sides of which she held the file. Harry saw the building up rage in her eyes and the way she gripped the file. The mention of her brother can blow her fuse so fast, that her anger is of equivalent violence when she acts.

“What’s wrong.” “Lucas, they have him. He was being silvered when I got here.” She wailed. “I was too late. Rory, the King, is going to kill him. There’s no way he won’t. I should know; I was the first person assigned to take him out.” She paced as she spoke, her words laced with an ache I had never seen in her. “Sweetie, I need you to calm down.” I cooed. “You’re alive still, so that means Lucas is too. We can get him back, but I need you thinking like the assassin you are if we’re going to do it.”