Harry Potter Yaxley Novels & Stories

She turned to Xander who looked annoyed as hell. "My Xandy let's go we have to pick children from school." Xander at first glared at her for calling that name but then let out a sigh of relief. "Yes please let's go." They all stood up as well as Harry. "I also have to pick the cake from the bakery. I will come back in a few minutes. You guys should start getting ready the guests will be here anytime. " Harry said making everyone nod. Reaching the bakery he asked for his order and they said they will send the order to Stone mansion which Harry agreed.

All 25 of them were on the floor, spitting blood, Their bones were all smashed, "Y—You… You…" The sight stunned Harry so badly that he trembled in his wheelchair, his lips quivering. Alexander was too strong. Whether it was when they first fought back then at Belmont Hill or at this very moment, Alexander did not exert his full strength. Instead, he looked extremely relaxed. His breathing was even. He was not even panting! "Now do you understand?" Alexander gently clapped. He smiled at Harry. "Killing you will be as easy as killing an ant. Today is just a lesson. Remember, you're not welcome here in Ol' Mare. Also, don't mess with my family."

Because of Xavier's natural degeneration, Frederick had forced the entire York family to yield. He even made Xavier kneel to him. The York family's dignity was shattered. From that moment on, Xavier spared no expense, spending all his wealth to find doctors who could cure this condition. Finally, he found two renowned doctors from the Northern Frontier. They were apprentices of the famous Hex Healer, Ellis Thorn, and top-tier practitioners in hex healing. They claimed they could completely cure his natural degeneration using their unique hex therapy.

Freya’s POV The drive to the Harrison mansion took almost an hour. But the moment the iron gates opened, gliding aside like a scene from a life I didn’t belong in, I forgot how long we’d been in the car. The Harrison estate wasn’t just a home — it was a world. A quiet kingdom carved into the hills. The kind of wealth that didn’t shout, but whispered with confidence. I’d thought Malum was the wealthiest man I had ever known. But comparing him to the Harrisons was like comparing a puddle to the ocean.

I thought about the key piece, and the Academy, and all the answers I might find there about what really happened to my parents. I thought about Prince Riven, and the way he'd looked at me like he knew I was stronger than I showed. Maybe it was time to prove him right. I stood up slowly, my legs shaking as I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes. "I'll be right back. I just want to... pick some herbs for the tea," I said to them with a smile. "Of course, sweetheart," Mama said. "Take your time." The Oylip and the Wolf's bane was exactly where Lyra said it would be, growing wild at the edge of the garden. I picked a handful of the innocent-looking leaves, my hands trembling so badly I could ba

Jacob noticed the items in the bag after sitting down. Swiftly, Hayden picked up the bag and placed it under the coffee table. “I understand the nature of the situation between you and Mr. York is personal, Mr. Queen, but I feel compelled to share my thoughts. I think you’re overly forgiving with Mr. York. If you’re not interested in men, then you should firmly reject him and not spare him any chances.” Mr. Rowling spoke out of turn. Hayden offered a wry smile and responded, "You haven't experienced Mr. York's persistence firsthand. I've attempted to turn him down, but it proves to be futile."

Matilda asked worriedly seeing the shocked face of Hazel. “Hazel? Answer me?” Hazel snapped out of shock and whispered, “my husband.....” _____________ Harry opened the door to his house and saw few tall looking men outside. “Yes? How may I help you?” He questioned raising an eyebrow. “Where is young mr. Xavier?” One bulky looking man asked. Harry frowned in confusion, “who? Young mr? Are you talking about my little nephew? What’s your deal with him?” “We are here on order of Mr. Ferris to bring his son to him.” They spoke firmly with determination.

His fate has changed… Harry pauses, and his shocked expression turns professional upon seeing Oakley step into the set. Without taking a glance at Oakley, Harry composed himself and began to respond for Oakley’s hearing, “The Xhale brand wants to collaborate with me? Of course, I have always loved the Xhale company; it’s my goal to work…” Oakley nonchalantly tucks his hands into his pocket and walks past Harry, not sparing him a glance. His expression is calm and his whole person composed. It’s as if he didn’t even notice Harry.

Xoan remarked sarcastically, standing to the side. Henry cleared his throat. "It’s not like that! She stole from you…" "I didn't steal." Xora, studying Henry's somewhat foolish demeanor, felt flabbergasted. How could a man be so dim-witted? "Okay, I think I get what's happening. "Henry, this is Xora, my exclusive investigator. She's responsible for helping me investigate various matters. Those items are meant for her," Yaslyn explained. With a click of her tongue, she glanced at Henry. "I won’t introduce you. Xora probably knew who you were the moment she saw you."

I whimpered, and he stared at me like a real mad woman in the trashcan, "Xavier is more powerful than Xander. He is Xander's father and has numerous guards and dark magic. He sits on his throne in the Red Moon Pack's Royal Chamber and rarely comes out unless he is about to go to war. How on earth do you think of killing him in your entire life!!!" Hutton growled, gritting his teeth in fury. I bowed my head to the ground, reminiscing about his words. He was right: how would I ever kill Xavier? I won't gain access to him freely without losing my life!!!