Harry Potter Snatchers Novels & Stories

He opened the oven, and saw a small bag, which contained some compacted objects in the shape of cuboids wrapped in black tape. He picked one of them up, and peeled the tape off its edge, which revealed a white powdery substance similar to what was in the toilet. He was already leaving the kitchen with the bag, when he heard a shout from the bedroom. He raced there to see a teenage boy with dreadlocks hiding inside a wardrobe. “Please don’t shoot!” The boy pleaded with hands raised as he came out from his hiding place. “Look at what I found.” Bryan said while holding the bag open for all to see, which prompted a few whistles from the SWAT team.

"If you come for her...we'll help. We are weak, but we can still fight." Then she was gone. Shawna and I gave each other a look, then floated into the room with pretend confidence. As soon as we were inside, alarms started blaring and some kind of invisible rope wrapped itself around our ankles. “Well, well, well,” the sorceress I assumed was Harriet said. “What do we have here? Two little spies?” She was pretty. That was the first thought that went through my head. And she had soft, gentle eyes, that made it difficult for me to believe that she could ever hurt someone.

The air around me crackles with energy as the boundary spell begins to fracture under the force of my struggle. "Do it!" the Wand Hunter yells, his voice tinged with urgency. The Stake Hunter lunges forward, his weapon aimed at my heart. But just as the point of the stake nears my chest, there's a sudden, sickening snap. Small hands, moving faster than lightning, wrap around the Stake Hunter's head, and with a swift, blurred motion, twist it clean off his shoulders.

A man who looked like Enock Hastings said through the phone. Something sinister flashed through Harry's eyes and a satisfied, cruel smirk crossed his lips. "Good. Take them to the warehouse. I'll come for them soon." Harry cut the call and looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows in his office. His plan was simple. He instructed someone to kidnap Tessa's kids. The man hired by Cobra had worn a realistic human face mask that looked like Aaron's assistant to get easy access to the kids.

It was a miracle that Harry lived, and they had lost their mate – they needed her. “Meguitte,” Connery said quietly. “Tony hasn’t finished.” “There were werewolves in green uniforms amongst the attackers,” Tony continued grimly. “As well as humans. This attack wasn’t by Van Helsings, but was by people here, in Havermouth. Our allies. Talen and his mates are in Rideten, Sigrid is in the middle of turning her mates. Harry is incapacitated. It smells like a coup to me.” “We’ll talk about that on the way,” Meguitte brushed it off. “Right now, I need to see Harry.”

replied Harry as he continued smiling. At that moment, the old man looked at his subordinates. Among them, was the long-haired Scorpion. Seeing their cue, all of them immediately pounced on Harry, subduing him in seconds! “The f*ck? Are you guys seriously trying to silence me for good? D*mn it all!”

Ella had barely scraped past an abortion, and she was already walking into something darker. Her dream palace? Just a hellhole packed with men who chewed women up and spit them out. This time, though, I knew Finley's secrets. Bribery. Tax evasion. Money laundering. Smuggling. Basic stuff for him. When the time came, I'd drag them all to hell. The thought left me zoning out in Russell's class. "Hannah Hart, see me in my office after," he said, calling me out in front of everyone. Yeah, he'd caught me spacing.

" Right then, Isaac arrived to pick me up. Jeremy lost it at the sight of him and bellowed, "Violet Sadler! You've been with Isaac all along, haven't you? That's why you're kicking me to the curb now!" My steps faltered for a second, but I just shook my head and kept walking. I'd barely gone a few paces when a piercing scream split the air behind me. I instinctively turned to see that Jeremy had somehow grabbed a pen. He straddled Savannah and raised the pen, looking crazed as he drove it toward her throat.

A few days after Wesley got back, the police picked him up again. They were both charged with child trafficking and selling infants. They got ten years. On the day of the trial, Sasha looked at me and forced a tight, bitter smile. I enrolled Leah in a local kindergarten. Lily wasn't getting anything like that back with Sasha. At best, she'd end up in a basic public school, helping her grandparents with farm work. A spoiled little princess like her wouldn't last. One night, an unknown number called.