Harry Potter Yaxley Novels & Stories

"I helped." Near the dais, Alexander moved with lethal grace, his sword carving through a witch's spell mid-cast. The magic fizzled into smoke just before it could strike Garry, who repaid the favor by sinking his fangs into the witch's shoulder. Then Endora barked. "There!" Endora's voice cut through the fray. "The leader!" My gaze snapped to the hooded figure slinking toward the servants' entrance. Garry and Alexander moved as one, tackling him to the ground. The witch's hood fell back, revealing a face I recognized— Councilman Harte, his eyes now glowing an unnatural yellow.

Alexandra could feel the tension between these two. "Uhmm…I should get inside," she couldn't look them in the eyes, she turned and entered her room. _________ "I'll be introducing something different today," Robert glances over at Lexi, she wasn't paying attention. "Pay attention, little brat," he scoffed. Alexandra rolled her eyes and glided her eyes from the book on the table. "What's that?" She queried, pointing at his hand. The book in Robert's hand caught her attention. "This is a book of spells. There are few of these books, but I think this is the last one, all others have been burnt." He countered as he turned the pages.

He yelled, snapping me out of my momentary daze as I looked at her, our eyes meeting once more. I hurried down the hall toward the back stairwell. Then… A crack ripped through the air. Not wood. Not glass. Something deeper. Something alive. A force slammed through the floor like an invisible shockwave, and I stumbled, grabbing the railing to stay upright as my breath caught in my chest. My vision blurred at the edges, my wolf snarling inside my ribs. As if answering something. As if recognizing something familiar, too familiar. “Valerie!” Xavier barked through the phone. “Where are you?”

Was it something dangerous Or rather … personal? And then there was that name—Sasha. Ivy bit her lip, replaying the moment in her head. He hadn’t said much, but the way his jaw had clenched at the sight of the card, the way his eyes had darkened—who was she? She glanced toward the staircase, half expecting to hear something, but the house remained silent. Whatever it was, Harry wasn’t going to share it with her. Upstairs, Harry pushed himself out of the wheelchair, his movements were smooth and deliberate .

Alex said, “Stop fooling around. She really has a problem with her heart meridians. I think there might be a problem with the cultivation technique of Yorkshire Palace.” Hermione said with a smile, “You sounded so serious. I almost believed you! Ynes Larkin, you probably never expected that you would be in the current state, right? This is karma, you know?” Ynes stared at Hermione. “Do you have a grudge against me?” Hermione said, “Of course I do! You killed my senior!” Ynes was astonished. “Who’s your senior?” Hermione said, “Cyrus Springer from the Plenilune Sect!”

Pythias smiled up at her, though she did not feel the need to return the smile, he wouldn’t mind, he was in a good mood right now as he had just put a stop to the sacrifice, without the girl, there was nothing to fear from the Axeris anymore, they would never be able to perform the sacrifice and in no time, Osyron would be free from a prison that had held him for millenniums. “If you are the wizard of Erstonia,” Xanth spoke up for the first time since the wizard came. “What are you doing so far away from the castle?” “I am a wizard, not a prisoner,” he replied to Xanth. “And wizards have things to do other than…” he thought about it for a while, then shrugged his shoulders. “…wizarding?” ”Hm

Defeated and imprisoned in the basement, she loomed as a dark presence in our aftermath. A wave of conflicting emotions surged through me. I harbored deep hatred and revulsion for this malevolent woman, yet there was also a trace of compassion and reluctance. Harry emerged from the basement, dragging a frail and pitiful figure behind him. The person who had once been a formidable magician was now reduced to a shadow of her former self. Her body, once powerful and vibrant, had become a mere husk, a stark testament to the cost of dabbling in dark arts. Yolanda was brought before us, barely able to stand. Her face was ashen, her eyes vacant, yet a flicker of defiance and hatred remained in her

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

Even among peers of equal status, occasional disagreements never escalate to outright humiliation. But now—being called a loyal mutt? This wretched bastard! Harry's eyes gleamed with intense murderous intent. "Keep acting cocky. Let's see how long you can keep it up." Watching his enraged retreat, Rachel leaned closer and whispered, "He seems pretty powerful. Are you sure this won't be a problem?" Gideon chuckled lightly. "I know who he is. He's Harry Yelverton, the third son of the Yelverton family!"

she says, introducing herself to Madelyn. “Madelyn Cole. Wow this whole place is yours?” Madelyn asks, looking around. Maeve rolls her eyes. “Xander spoils me.” “That’s not true, I just want lots of pups and witches with my mate, so we need lots of room,” he says, pulling her into a hug. “So Maeve,” I ask before Xander starts something other than a movie. “What house would you be sorted into?” “In Harry Potter?” she asks, and I nod.