Harry Potter X Novels & Stories

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

Rose frowned at him but Xander only shook his head. Xander turned his head and sighed watching the frozen guy coming to his senses and speedily rushing out of the venue which didn't fail to amuse Harry. "I think the shock was too much for him. Wasn't it?" He said making a fake sad face. Xander shook his head and followed the guy outside. "W-Who was he?" Rose asked Harry who turned his cold eyes towards her almost startling her in fear. The look he gave her wasn't anywhere near the way he was looking at her before.

The translucent glassy door pushed open and Harper Hernandez, an actress in X-World Entertainment walked in. She swayed her hips to Xavier, who stood at the window, hands tucked in his pockets and his expressionless gaze fixed outside the city. Harper wrapped her arms around him and leaned on his broad back, his powerful aura sending a tingling sensation down her core. "Get off me, Harper," his voice was captivating, yet rude, but Harper didn't mind. Being close to Xavier Singh was a wish every woman in California hoped for. She pouted, and released him. Pushing her blonde hair backwards, she bit her lips seductively, "Why do you want to see me?"

I replied. "Cool, see you around. Have fun " he said and went into the crowd. Then, for sure, it was Noah. I can't be wrong. I can identify him even by seeing his back profile. My eyes could not stop searching for him. * * * * * * Xavier's POV: I added the potion which Danica had handed me this afternoon. One sip of it is enough to knock a human, and then I can have what I want. I took two drinks and handed the virgin Mojito to her and Long Island Iced Tea for myself.

“Enter.” The answer came right away. Pushing the door open, I poked my head inside to find Xavier alone at his desk. His dreadlocks were pulled back from his angular jaw. The sleeves of his white button down were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his muscular forearms and the intertwined black ink tattoos on his deep umber skin. I stared, my stomach fluttering. He cleared his throat, drawing my attention to his nearly black eyes. “Can I help you?” “Yes, I uh...” I shook myself, remembering why I was interrupting him. “Do you have my new wand? I’d like to have it.”

His back had hit the huge gate surrounding Hertford Manor. "What the actual fuck?" Alexander let out. He tried to do the same thing again a few times, and the result was the same. When he walked slowly towards the house, he stretched out a hand to see the house was fully protected by a spell. It was a strong spell that prevented every creature but human beings from entering the house. "That Shier Hertford is not what he pretends to be," Alexander told himself, just to be clear. I cannot help Becca with whatever she needs right now, but she has to help me come what may, thinking that he shook his head. Deciding it was better for him to hunt and drink human blood, Alexander ran out of the mano

Kara came last, her violet eyes narrowed, her silver hair pulled back from her face. The half-blood collapsed at Elif's feet. He was young, barely more than a boy, his dark skin streaked with dirt and dried blood. His left arm hung at a strange angle, broken and untreated. His breath came in ragged gasps. "Help him," Elif said.

he lied again. He watched as the angry wolf paced around him till he asked, “Did you come along with the potion?” Larry muttered a “Yes” as he reached out to the base of his pocket and dropped the green tube on the floor. “if you wish, you can announce my coming tonight.” Xavier howled a peal of laughter and dashed into the woods with the potion, running like a partly lame dog. It happened like a dream as he trembled up to his feet. He slammed the car door and leaned backward, catching his breath before driving off.

Jaxon walked over and dropped down on the far end of the couch. “Why the hell are we having a party?” he asked flatly. “We aren’t,” Harry replied without looking at him. “Skull and Rohan are. You and I just happen to be breathing the same air.” As if on cue, giggles and moans erupted from a nearby room. “They’re just blowing off steam,” Harry added with a grimace. “Not like they haven’t earned it.” Jaxon took a sip from his cup, then stared down at his bandaged hand. “I’m not letting her go, Harry.”

"You have a fragmented map right there. The crystal on the second shelf. It has residual draconic radiation embedded in its crystalline structure." The Hag snarled, her withered hands glowing with dark, defensive magic. "Who is this little rat, Xander? Keep your pet quiet, or I'll—" "Touch her, and I will rip your arms out of their sockets," Xander stated. It wasn't a threat; it was a simple, absolute guarantee. He shifted his weight, his Lycan claws slowly extending from his fingertips, scraping against the iron counter with a horrific screech.