Harry Potter Scorpius Novels & Stories

Aidan explains, pointing towards the new guy known as Thomas, he was quite tall with dark black hair, maybe around his late twenties early thirties. "I don't work with guys I met seconds before we leave" Anthony almost growls out looking towards the two guys, he's never acted like this around me, is this what's he's actually like? "I don't know you from Adam, how do I know you ain't a grass?" He questions the new guy, who brings his hands out his pockets looking in our direction. "Trust me sir, I've heard many things about you, there is no way I would double cross a guy with your record" the guy explains holding his hand out for Anthony, who just stares at him, what kind of record this has

Every time an experiment failed, when I was exhausted and my spiritual defenses were at their weakest, Clark would hold me, gently stroking the back of my neck to comfort me. But now I knew. He wasn't comforting me. He was using a special needle to siphon my core talent, my very essence, to be "absorbed" by Layla. He wasn't just stealing my results. He was draining my very soul, drop by drop. My hand was shaking, but not from sorrow. From rage. At the very bottom of the safe lay a scroll. I unrolled it. It was a draft of a blood oath, written in magical ink.

Father asked, obviously ignoring their own side of the story as he cocked his brows at the oldest witch known as Bastiana Lopez. "It doesn't change the fact that she was almost killed. I leapt to save her life," A werewolf known as Harry chipped in, then slammed his fists on the table and wore a deep frown. "Oh! Loverboy to the rescue. The mighty power of a sugary healthy pussy," Suzy whispered in my ears and chuckled. "What does pussy have to do with what is going on?" I rolled my eyes and exhaled heavily. "So much, sugar plum, so much that you can't even imagine." She then licked her lollipop and shot a wink at a hot werewolf guy.

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

My body shut down finally, it's over… Moments later, I found myself lying on the floor, covered in various potions and antidotes. But there was something else, a black scorpion poison. My protective spell has enclosed it into a bottle and caged it. It fought hard to escape the moment I stood before it… more like it felt me, it knew me. “Johan! So it was you!” Shit… Bella, you drank that water… you're in real trouble… “Or wait, he was supposed to have found her by now… damn it!”

After that, Stephen gave a slight nod and said, "Very good! In that case, have you got a seat ready for him?" Instantaneously, Sara responded "yes," and then she turned to look at Mr. Joe, who, of course, had comprehended the situation and whispered to Small Hand, "Call Harry here!" Stephen's mood immediately improved upon his first glimpse of Harry. Stephen felt a great deal of surprise after Sara whispered something in his ear. Here is what she said: "So you're saying it's the Claw of Cerberus, the Three-Headed Dog? What gives you the ability to do such things? I'll buy you a drink if you give me the chance."

Lexie finally raised her voice seeing Abby becoming frantic with each passing second and it became necessary to bring her back to her senses. But Abby wasn’t listening. Her eyes were wild, her breathing ragged as she began to scream, not caring about anything. “No! You stole him from me! You’re a witch, Lexie! I know your truth, you know how to twist people's minds! You have hypnotized him!!”

Their hands were placed on their chest, still thinking back to how Alex violently killed everyone. The final skill that he performed, the furnace of forbidden spells, was mind-boggling. None of them had ever heard of this power. They were simply confused with the entire situation. In the end, they all turned to look at Hermione. “Is he really your master’s husband? As in that goddess’ husband?” “Who is he then? Is he really some superhuman from ancient times?” Hermione waved both her hands. “Don’t ask me. I can’t tell you anything. I can only say that the sect master’s daughter of the Sun Shrine gave Sir ten billion spiritual stones.”

Third Person Pov: Another day, and another failure. His darn men don't seem to be able to get things right. To make matters worse, 'The Pythons', are now alert. How on earth are they going to be able to attack them now? Paul Ebuka, the notorious and brutal leader of 'The Scorpions', known for their violence and ruthless actions, was currently seething in fury. Why wouldn't he? He just lost the one opportunity he had, to destroy 'The Pythons' for good. This had been his obsession for a long time, and now things seemed to not be going as planned.

“What are you talking about?” Alex looked down at his hands, then back up at me. His eyes were full of pain. “My real name isn’t Alex. It’s Scorpion. I’m… I was hired to destroy you, Aurora. To get close, make you trust me, and then… ruin your life. I was supposed to rape you. And then kill you when the time was right.” The words hit me like a physical blow. I stared at him, my mouth dry, my mind struggling to process what he was saying. The kind, gentle man who talked about books with me, who sent sweet good morning messages ....he was supposed to hurt me? To kill me?