Harry Potter Yaxley Novels & Stories

Rex ran over there like a shadow and grabbed Yael’s body to remove it from the monster’s grasp. "Go get that sword!" he yelled at Dalton as he held Yael’s body close as he dove away, and Dalton nodded at him. As Dalton was fighting the monster, trying to retrieve the sword that had pierced its hand, Zach guarded the other female phoenix witch, Zaylee. "Do you have a weapon like that of Yael? I believe it will be more helpful for me to use it to protect you." Zach said. He had seen the sword Rex was using and he knew that sword was Yael’s. He thought that having Zaylee’s weapon would help as she could not use it anyway since she was fully focused on casting and giving out her magic to them.

Heath already had an idea in mind, but he could only play dumb in the open. Harry smiled half-heartedly and said slowly, “Your beloved subordinate, the custodian officer with the last name Wakelam.” Heath said in embarrassment, “My subordinate is really useless, but he didn’t go against you, did he, Master Harry?” “He didn’t go against me, but he was giving orders to my wife. Don’t you think he deserves to die?” The tone of his voice rose at the end of his last sentence. He was obviously still speaking in a relaxed tone, but the murderous intent in his voice made everyone present shudder in fear.

She had insisted on helping me do it but I had bluntly refused. She was almost at the verge of tears as she watched me throughout the entire process, lending a hand at any chance she got. It wouldn't be special if I let her do everything. “Xander?” I called from outside the closed door to his bedroom, holding the offering. I opened the door when I didn't get any response and I saw him seated at the edge of his bed, reading a novel. “Harry Potter!” I exclaimed, hastening my steps towards him. “That's my absolute favorite. I didn't know you read.”

something I couldn’t quite name. The moment we entered the empty chamber, Axel closed the door behind us. The silence was thick, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. Old man Harrick took a breath, his eyes settling on me with a strange intensity. “Exalia,” he began, his voice soft but steady. “I believe you may have a rare kind of magic within you. It’s something very few possess, something that might be able to counter the dark magic behind this sickness.” I felt a shiver run down my spine. “Magic?” I whispered, feeling like the ground had been pulled out from under me. “I don’t have magic. I’m... just me.”

“I still don’t know your name, Mr. Rich Boy. After all, I have to accompany you and act around you in the coming three months. I have to know at least what your last name is.” He lifted the glass and glanced at her through the transparent glass. “My last name is Hathaway.” Xyla was astounded for a short moment. “This last name actually a thing in Zlokova?” “It seems that you don’t pay attention to the news, Ms. Mayweather.” Yorrick believed she really did not know his identity. ‘If she were trying to play hard-to-get, it would be impossible for her to put such a question forward.’ “I’m not interested in the news.” Xyla flipped through the contract. “Since I’ve signed the contract, it’s time

He could leave after the meal. Alas, he could not stay hidden as many members of other families spotted him. Some of them even started whispering among themselves, more so about him and Lily’s old relationship. Soon, the pavilion master of the Pavilion of Gods and Kings arrived with his members. The person in charge of recording the gifts announced loudly while making his entry, “Pavilion master of the Pavilion of Gods and Kings, Harry Yeager, comes greeting with members of the Pavilion of Gods and Kings. He presents ten second-grade intermediate pills and fifty second-grade premium spirited grass…”

Alex replies snapping me out of my evil thoughts. "Well then let me help you with that, am sure you have more important things to do." I smile politely picking up the cup. "But, Mr Xavier won't lik....... " "Am sure he won't mind." I quickly add. I grin tug on the corner of my lips, the sound of my heels against the tiled floor like music in my ear as I walk to Xavier's office, stiring the cup after adding a drop of my evil potion. Eye drop. Its one of Shelley's recipe she usually use on her ex boyfriend's. The eye drop, when ingested causes a serious case of diarrhoea.

He turned, ready to throw hands, or at least a solid insult, but Harry was already halfway up the stairs to the second floor. “Idiot,” Jaxon muttered, shaking his head. “Absolute lunatic.” Jaxon stormed after Harry, fully prepared to rearrange his face, but the idiot was already halfway down the hallway, headed straight for Daisy, who was standing outside her classroom. “Hey, Daisy!” Jaxon heard him call out. No. Even from a distance, Jaxon could see her eyes widen in alarm. His jaw clenched and his pace quickened. “I am Harry. Remember me? Jaxon’s friend?” Harry said when he reached her.

He was holding a magnifying glass while he examined a porcelain bottle in his hand. Xyla immediately recognized the old man… He was Xavier York, the president of Antique Association she and Sharon Lindt had bumped into at the night market previously. Just then, Xavier slowly looked up. When he saw Xyla, he stood up and walked up to her quickly. “It’s you, my young friend.” Xyla smiled. “Yeah, nice to meet you…” With that, Xyla extended her hand to him. Xavier immediately held her hand before quickly letting go. “You’ve left a deep impression on me… You’re very knowledgeable about antiques…”

“Hello, Sir Ray Hart. I am Sasha Larson from Mordu University. It is my honor to meet you today.” Sasha gave a bright smile while reaching out her fair white hand. Ray did not extend his hand in return. He frowned while asking, “Miss Yvonne Xavier, trash like this did everything in her power just to meet Prince York? “How could you be so indifferent about this matter? “What right does filth like this meet Prince York, with a body that’s rotten to the core and slept with God knows how many men? Tell her to get out of here this instant!”