Harry Potter Xenophilius Novels & Stories

“The Book of Kings.” Azazel nods, “At first, we weren’t sure what we’d find. Because not only is it in Latin, but the scriptures are quite involved.” He scrolls through the book and opens it to a specific page. “Then we saw this, Pestifer Mundi, the destroyer of worlds. At first, it discusses the plagues, but as we continued to read, we found information about Lana.”

And not long after, came the reply that Alice was looking at right now. "Have you tried it too?" said Alice Xander sat down next to Alice and stared at the book, the reply that had been on the paper gradually disappeared. "I tried before you. And the answer is the same. Because earlier I also changed my name to Logan. And the answer is still the same. And it makes me a little confused!" Xander exclaimed "This book is just like a book in the Harry Potter series. Didn't you ask who he was?" Xander looked at Alice and nodded "Yes, but the answer is still the same!" Xander exclaimed making Alice look at the book again. His hand took the ink again,

"But in reality, he was using the studio that I am paying for to hold meetings, gamble more, and sell elf powder." Xavier was in shock; elf powder was a supernatural drug that one can easily be addicted to. It is known to be sold by vampyres and elves. Both the vampyres and elves were dangerous, tricky and territorial creatures. They only see humans as playthings, not as friends. "He ran into trouble with his friends, I believe." As Xavier gaze fell on her, he could see the sadness and uncertainty on her face. Her full pink lips were so inviting, looking so soft, all he wanted to do was have a taste to see if it was as soft as it looked.

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

Finally, blinding light flashes out of Maeve’s body, blasting the darkness that took over the room, returning it to it’s normal bright state and as quickly as the wind began, it dissipates. Maeve looks down and I watch as Xander coughs. Maeve helps him to sit up and he looks at me, since I’m in his direct line of sight. “What happened?” he asks. “Bro, you just missed some serious Harry Potter shit.” I take a step toward him and then rush to catch Maeve as she passes out.

“At that point she was already locked away, but her warrior was still corrupting mortals. He was building an army of possessed wolves, witches, and all other supernatural creatures. So the Shield was a defensive tank. Tiberius froze the chaos in place with his power but it cost him mentally. Until he could use the relic and transform the magic into an offensive force.” “So that's why your family is so big in control?” I smirk. Xanders chuckles, and shrugs. “I suppose it's kind of woven into our DNA.” “So do you guys like, still have that power?” I ask eagerly. “I know Zane still has that golden alpha power, but does that mean he can use magic?” Xander sighs, “No. When Khaíros knew he was los

"Smart fox. Any other interesting developments I should know about?" I tilted my head, giving him a smirk of my own. "Are you stalking a slave girl who apparently made it to Crown tier?" He gave me a pointed look, but I caught the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "Just making sure my investment is protected." The word 'investment' stung a little, like a sharp small barb wire making a cut. I pushed the feeling aside and told him everything Harrion had said, every detail I could remember. The way his voice had felt pretentious, and how he found any chance for our hands to touch. I watched Riven's expression carefully as I spoke, noting how his jaw tightened when I mentioned Harrison taking

Valerie: Steam curled from the marble tub, fogging the mirrors and softening the edges of the room. The scent of sandalwood drifted through the air, one of his, not mine. At this point I didn't even have it in me to try and choose the scent. I sat inside the tub, watching as Xavier poured in more soap to the hot water. His sleeves were rolled up, the veins in his forearms catching the light. For once, there was no command in his movements, no arrogance. Just silence. He ran his finger over my cheek, right where there was a scratch. The Rogues have left their mark. But then again, of course they did.

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

I said doubtfully. Alden seemed to think for a moment, trying to remember. "I'm not sure about this, but I think only someone with magical abilities often manipulates other people's minds. Kingsleigh told me about it once. It's called 'Compulsions'. Why are you asking me that?" "Um...I saw it in one of the books in the library." Whether what I was thinking was true or not, it was clear that I felt something was wrong with Elgar. ***