Harry Potter Seamus Finnigan Novels & Stories

She heaved a deep sigh as she put the documents down on the table. Morrigan's cold gaze darts towards the Prince Regent who is now crawling out of bed. But like Mathias, he could barely lift himself with how potent the drug Morrigan created just for the two of them. She leaned on the frame of a chair as she watches the Prince Regent crawling towards the door for his dear life. "Why struggle when everything will come to an end now." Morrigan wiped the dagger on her dress and held its hilt tightly as she lifts herself to stand upright. Looking below her, watching the Prince Regent mopping the floor as he helplessly crawls the cold floor. Watching him with bored eyes she stepped on the back of

“Eh, Finn?’ he asks, swivelling in his chair to take a good look at me, “Who is the little lady?’ I feel my face turn hot with embarrassment, and I square my shoulders. My hair is in a braided chignon at the base of my neck, and I can feel Finn’s eyes on my nape, but he just grunts. ‘Listen to her, Liam,’ he growls. * Liam O’Grady, I think, my heart pounding, he who is regarded as the Devil himself, as the people say, crossing themselves after they say his name. He is a rogue, a killer, who does not hesitate to take the law into his hands. I have heard of him, Dad spoke of him disapprovingly too. But here I am, standing in his august presence, I think bitterly, come to beg for help. * I beco

"This is Maggie Flynn." "Hello, Ms. Flynn. My name is Joe Santiago. I teach history at Kennedy and I also run the Pre-Law Club. I was hoping Mr. Rannigan might come to speak to the kids next week. I guess his secretary says he can't do it." Maggie smiled. We'll see about that. "Exactly when did you want him?"

I ask, unable to help it. "We do the managing at street level for all that," Finn says, smirking at me. We reach a big wooden door etched with Celtic imagery from knots to crosses. A woman sits at a desk outside of it, older, gray hair, heavy-set. She's got thick blue eye shadow and a scowl that would scare the hair off a cat. "Finley," she says, nodding to him. "And I assume this is Mr. Scarfoni?" "Hello, Clodagh," Finn says, leaning against her desk. "Is my dear old father ready to see us?"

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If he walked out and came right to his chair, he’d see it immediately. Shit! I had to do something. I moved away from the desk just as the door opened. Finnian stepped out, his gray pants still damp and clinging to his thighs, the top buttons of his shirt undone. His eyes found me instantly, and that smug, hungry smile curved his lips. “That’s better,” he said, voice sharp in that way that used to terrify me. Now it just made me want to vomit. He started walking toward the desk, straight toward the laptop.

Finnegan's voice came from behind, laced with concern. Harvey turned his head. At this moment, Finnegan's tall, powerful frame completely shielded Elara from view. A low, breathy chuckle escaped Harvey's throat. From the first time he met Finnegan, he had sensed something unusual in the way the man looked at Elara. Back then, Finnegan had been young—despite his military training and peacekeeping missions, he was still rough around the edges. Even so, Finnegan had seemed insignificant in the presence of a refined, powerful heir like himself.

I didn't see Adeline before we left and as we walk up to the dimly-lit restaurant, I'm regretting that decision. What if something happens? What if I never see her smiling face again? Shoving the dark, foreboding thoughts away, I push my shoulders back and look over at my brothers. "Ready?" I ask and they nod. Lifting my fist, I knock on the locked door and the rat fink himself comes to answer. Sean Flannigan is the worst kind of scum and he has the nerve to give us an oily smile after basically fucking us up the ass after running to Ireland and starting this whole shitshow.

If Amara was the mind of our magic, Fintan was its knife. The fog thickened the moment we crossed into the bog. It wasn’t natural fog; it watched. Waited. Every splash of our boots drew unseen eyes. “You sure she’s here?” I muttered. “She never leaves,” Fintan said. “The swamp is her spine.” Something big slid beneath the algae-slick water. A shove of scales. Hunger tracking us. A deep breath filled my lungs with rot and dead flowers. “Lovely place.” Fintan didn’t smile. “She’s listening.”

Bruce signaled others to remain quiet and continued, "Apart from that, the alchemist, Mister Colter Finnegan, has provided ten Spiritual Pill that could strengthen spiritual energy in an instant temporarily. For cultivators who are at the Aura level, your power will increase by multiple folds. These pills are definitely out of this world." The crowd erupted into exclaims and sighs, while Leonard could barely contain his excitement. Wilbur turned to him and asked, "Is this Mister Finnegan famous or something? Why is everyone so excited?" "What do you know?" Leonard said in contempt. "Mister Finnegan is a master of alchemy here in Eldor City. He's over a hundred years old and his skills are un