Harry Potter Yaxley Novels & Stories

To see one up close was terrifying. "You really shouldn't be scared of him, you know. Baku is the last of his kind, and one of my dearest friends." The high priestess came closer to his bed and surprised him by holding out her hand, "I'm Quinley, the headmistress at Ravenclaw. It's a pleasure to meet you." Feeling at a distinct disadvantage, given that he was still in his birthday suit, Brax nevertheless took her hand and shook it, "I'm Braxton." He volunteered reluctantly.

The moment he went, Harry entered the room; Harry frowned when he found the curtain of the window moving. He came towards the window and looked around. Phoenix, who was standing while hiding behind a wall, saw Harry’s face, and gave him a death glare. “You will pay for this, Mr Harrison Macaulay Knight,” Phoenix said to himself, and went from there while jumping with the help of the shades of windows.

He inhaled the delicious scent, trying to locate the source. Weird, thought Alexander. He used the portal most of the time but never felt that way. The strange feeling he was getting from inhaling the delicious scent intrigued him. He had to find the person. So, he took off running, following the scent like a Bloodhound. Soon, he ended up standing in front of Hertford Manor. Alexander peeked at the front yard, seeing a petite girl, her dark brown hair reaching to her waist. She was looking at the bright full moon, so he was unable to see her face. Her pale fists were curved into a ball; as if she was mired in deep thought.

Hazel whispered desperately, her voice thick with emotion. "He won't wake for you, Hazel. You are Yin, and he is Yang, and he despises you," Sybil sneered, cutting her hand to fuel her dark spells for the ceremony. Hazel refused to give in. "No, he will," she insisted, clutching Wyatt's head against her belly.

What are you, a scorpion or a dragon? 'You are impossible!' Myles said and Alexa shook her head, she didn't want this now! 'Impossible?' Hector asked, surprised. 'I want to know what I am contending with and be able to defend myself from your sting or your fire!' he scorned. 'If you must know, I am a wizard!' Myles said, proudly. 'How typical!' Hector said. 'What spell are you planning on casting to make her yours?' 'Oh, will the both of you shut up?' Alexa cried. 'I just got out of a hospital and instead of taking me home to my pups, you are both arguing over who sprung what spell! Unbelievable!

I glanced at Ashley, a frown on my face as I struggled to understand what Harry was saying. “And what do they have to do with any of this?” "It turns out we both know his daughters, and he works with your father." “What the hell! Who is it?” Harry chuckled dryly and shook his head. “Fuck, I was such an idiot! I should have done better research.” “What are you talking about, Harry?” “Willow and fucking Kylie—that is who I am talking about. Those bitches had been playing us from the start!” Harry yelled and slammed his fist against the wall. Harry rarely gets angry, and when he does, one should stay out of his way.

He blew a white substance into the air and I almost jumped out of my skin when the elderly woman we watched leave earlier stood so close to us staring at kyle most scarily. “What the fuck,” I exclaimed as I quickly pulled kyle behind me and placed myself in a defense mode. “What do you want,” Harry asked the old woman while pointing a magical substance towards her. “She is mine,” the old woman said, her voice echoing over and over again “Sorry, she is mine now,” Harry said to her and before she could say another word, Harry broke something that look like an egg, and there was smoke everywhere. “Run, “ he said and I dragged kyle's hand as we started running deep into the woods.

“Did I agree to this?” At that, Yancy did not know what to say. At this moment, a beautiful female powerhouse ridiculed, “It seems that Sir Yancy has coveted the Sanctum Sect because of Wylie, who enchanted everyone. That’s why he came here for recuperation.” When Yancy heard that, his face darkened. “Xaila, stop spouting nonsense. You…” “I heard that Wylie of the Sanctum Sect is Xachary and Gladwin’s partner in cultivation.” All of a sudden, James said, “But, I saw Sir Yancy hugging her with my own eyes. It’s obvious that they have become partners in cultivation.”

Talen held open the door and they filtered past him with Harry at the rear. “Send a spy to the target location and try to determine the number of enemy and what their weaponry is,” Harry recommended. “I will go. I am, after all, an expert at lurking.” Their smile was wry. “Hey,” their tone became one of surprise. “That’s the priestess.” Within the rear of the warehouse, Leighton, Meguitte, Connery, and a group of witches were all involved in a very intense conversation examining the contents of a saucepan. They looked up in unison at Harry’s exclamation.

Sean exclaimed, stopping Alastor from charging after the idiot and start a fight, “Mate or not, you're still dealing with a goddess!” “Dude... this is not your first date with a girl, you know?” even Harry, of all fucking people, somehow looked disappointed as he lingered by the doorway–and Alastor felt himself growing even more embarrassed at that. “You mind your own business–”) ...ahem, anyway–