Harry Potter Scorpius Novels & Stories

"Not to disregard my patron deity, but I never needed her to read minds, objects and do telepathy. I'm a natural born esper." "You're a what now?" "Esper," Sophia repeated. "Someone with a developed psychic ability. It's a thing." "Man, there's always something with you guys," Lars said. He scratched his sideburn and nervously chuckled. "I think so far the only ordinary human Scion I've met is just Claros. Even then, you said he was a great alchemist earlier, didn't you?" Edwin nodded. "Yeah, he's not called Master Inventor for nothing."

He sat down, opened his notebook and started sketching. What he was sketching,he didn't know but his hands moved over the paper. His pencil just drew something he didn't know and wouldn't know until he was finished. He also couldn't see that his eyes were now glowing blue. How could he? At the end of his sketch, he looked at his work. It was the sea dweller. A perfect image of Cordelia with a crown atop her head. He flipped a few pages. The book was filled with previous sketches of Cordelia, a princess, A queen, A captain and a few other characters. The topics of Harry's dreams.

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

His presence was always unsettling, a constant reminder of the power he wielded; dark, ancient, and ruthless. He was no ordinary man. Marcus—no, not just Marcus. The sorcerer. The descendant of the annihilated Serpens Pack. The offspring of the twin who had outlived his people’s destruction and had clawed his way through centuries of vengeance, mastering dark magic in secrecy.

Hayden barked. “Sir…” Simi began. “Quiet you!” Hayden commanded. He turned to Scar, sneering wickedly. “He already said you will be awake, hale and hearty by this time. Stand up, follow me,” he commanded, turning to leave the room immediately. Scar stood to his feet, furrowing his brows at the headache which was still as strong as ever rang in his head. The ‘he’ Hayden was talking about should be the black-clothed magi-user Moses was talking about, the one who he had found in the corridor those long years back.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

"Fuck!" Osy pushed the table down in anger. "How could you have let him leave alone!?" He growled at Scorpion. "I'm sorry, master. I will take full responsibility for it." Scorpion bowed to him. "I will get him back," he said, tightly shutting his eyes and clenching his fists. "It's too late." Osy showed him a message he got on his phone. "The Dark Lord is with him." "What?" Scorpion widened his eyes. "Why did the Dark Lord take him? You've not had a clash with him."