Harry Potter Zonko Novels & Stories

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

The boy nods in reply then are dragged by his father back to the cold mansion. Harry is presently sixteen and he is running an important role to support the Lilacs house. From business to innovation he builds it all with his own hand. He just finished his latest project that is to build train rails in order to encourage peoples to travel further and surrounds the world. It is a very successful operation and he received tons of honours from many Kingdoms in the Z world. The world where zombies reside. It is spring and colourful flowers hordes on the ground waiting to be swept by the maids... Although the weather is nice, Harry still feels empty...like a blank piece of paper searching for colo

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

Dora stood in front of the tree, looking annoyed and Zuri at his side. The girl patted her witch hat to dust it off. “Well, it hasn’t been 10 minutes, you owe me 5 coins.” "Ngh... Wait, she's an outsider, I said the party members, technically, it doesn't coun-" Before he could finish his sentence, a projectile hit him at high speed, but surprisingly as soft as a cushion. "Idiora! It's really you! You really came..."

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

Talone speaks. Talone is the name of one of the original witches of Louisanna but is this really who is sitting in front of me? No one has seen an original witch in at least a hundred years. Lucky for me, the uncles show up just in time to verify this is Talone. There is no guessing. "She is not lying," Zeb says, scaring me at first. Jeb walks over to Talone to pay his respect. He kisses her on the cheek. Zeb follows him.

“Zoelle, Bree, there will be no need for that. Let me introduce you to Damian Herreford, my hiraeth.” “You’re joking!!” Another squeal broke through the room as both women lunged forward to hug the life out of their friend, completely disregarding the lack of proper clothing on her figure. “Oh wow…Congratulations Shaylin, it was about bloody time,” Bree congratulated her before her eyes went wide. “Wait! He’s a wolf!” Bree whisper-shouted as she looked over at Damian with a mix of fear and respect. “Wolf, sorcerer, unicorn - it doesn’t matter to me! You hurt my friend, I take your balls.” Zoelle threatened with her eyes lit up ominously, showing she meant every word.

The spawn of the evil deceased Dark Lord, ruler of the Underworld. “Hmmm, now where did you hide the little Dark Lord?” He murmured, and the scene changed. Suddenly, a series of loud knocks slammed against the greenhouse door, sharp and abrupt, making Ron yelp and jolt back. The ladle clattered against the edge of the cauldron and the images vanished with a hiss, melting back into a bland swirl of violet mist. Ron groaned, shoulders slumping. Now he had to perform the spell all over again. Just who was it that was ruining his progress? He nearly found out where the Dark Lord was kept when he was a baby.

And hell, he didn’t even have a knife! The fucking idiot was going to get himself killed! Huffing, I ran to catch up. For someone with a supposed injured leg, Zane could move. Fast! I was running as if the hounds of hell were hot on my tail, and I just barely managed to follow his tracks. But then again, if he was some kind of alien wizard, he could have mended his wounds with some kind of crybaby tree. Did “expelliarmus” work on weapons other than magic wands?