Harry Shows His True Power In The Great Hall Fanfiction Romane & Geschichten

Roden bargained with respect. "Nope, let me go over there." Harry walked towards the training hall which was in a building not far from the packhouse. The pack members' physical training ground. He arrived there and found the room very crowded. What on earth is making the crowd gathered here? In the crowd he saw Kennedy was going crazy ... She took and tore up all the training posters. What the? "Stop! Kennedy! Are you crazy?" Harry snapped. Kennedy turned to the Beta, the woman's face flushed with bloodshot eyes. She looked like she had been crying. She then threw all the posters She had torn off with sharp nails towards Beta.

"Brother, although Severin is powerful, it’s not good to accidentally hurt this kid.” "Besides, we are both royal paragons. Even if I win, it will be disgraceful!" Harry was eight feet tall, with a leopard head and eyes, a swallow's chin and a tiger's beard, and a body like an iron tower. He was majestic. His presence made people feel the majestic power of energy and blood rushing towards them. Although he was tall and seemingly reckless, he was actually very thoughtful. How could a distinguished guest from Grandiuno Sacred Land come to visit and cause such trouble?

He raised his eyes and looked at Stacy warmly, "Your father is just a daughter, so you should leave him a queen." He was serious, Stacy was thinking about him, and he had to think more about her. It would be a lie to say not to be moved, Stacy glared at him, "Really, why are you so sensational, want me to cry?" Harry smiled, hugged her and kissed her forehead, "I can't bear you crying." "Tsk tsk, who did I provoke? I was stuffed with dog food when I went out, and let people not live?" Charles stepped on the threshold and leaned against the door, with his hands around his chest, watching the scene that just happened with interest.

Now they were morphed to their human form as they battled for the crown and title of most powerful. Then my eyes catched Harry staring at his phone as he was in front of me. He looked very tense and i looked around before he tried to sneak out and he actually succeeded. I turned to leave an follow him so I'd find out what he was going to do ashe looked very suspecting. "And where are you going to Alina?"Brad roared in the arena while I backed them and was about following Harry Locke who had already gone. I closed my eyes tightly as I thought of a suitable reply to girl. My fist was tightened while I turned gently.

My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace. Reaching the seventh floor corridor, I paused outside the Room of Requirement, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Then, with a trembling hand, I knocked three times. The door swung open and there he stood - Harry Potter himself, glasses glinting in the candlelight. His black hair was messier than usual, like he'd run his fingers through it a hundred times. The white shirt hugged his lean chest and his dark jeans clung to his hips. He was gorgeous.

The door to the hall opened, a man entered the hall. He moved like shadow even though he was over 7 feet tall, he was wrapped in a dark cloak that was the color of shadows and it flowed behind him like he commanded the wind. His hair was raven-black, falling just past his sharp jawline, then his eyes like frozen silver swept over the room like he owned it yet did not want to be here, and for one terrible moment, he locked with hers. My breath caught, then my heart stuttered once, then resumed in a faster rhythm. I could smell him. Ash. Pine. The unmistakable scent of moon-kissed fur and pure lust. I don’t believe I have smelled anything more exotic.

"Dinner will be served in the Crown dining hall at seven. You have the afternoon to settle in and rest." I was already moving toward my assigned room door, eager to see what "appropriate for my status" actually meant, when a hand touched my elbow. Making me jerk back I shock and snapping out of my cosy luxury daydream. "Miss Edgar," Prince Harrion's voice was low, meant for my ears alone. "Might I have a word with you? Privately?" Every instinct I'd developed over years of surviving in a hostile pack screamed danger. There was something in his eyes, something calculating and cold that reminded me of Caden at his worst. But this was a prince, and I was still just a girl. What could he possibl

HARRY'S POV "Why am I not surprised?" My hands were crossed around my chest. "This is a necessary evil Harry!" My father could sense the spite-laced rebellion in my voice. "Necessary evil. Or just a group of people wanting to control every bit of my life." Memories flushed into my head. Throwing me first into some school for strong supernatural bullies and now getting me to marry a girl from that the Tigers Clan. Known for their cruelty and weird traditions Not even caring if I was okay with it. Not even seeking my opinion. Not even realizing that I do not like ladies and could never love her.

After that strange dinner, Arabella planned to head back to her room. She was already tired of Harry’s rollercoaster behavior—sometimes warm, sometimes cold, and suddenly a storm that could erupt at any moment. However, just as she was about to step out of the dining room, Harry’s deep voice stopped her. “Arabella, there’s one thing you need to remember.” Arabella sighed inwardly, but turned back to face him. “What now?” Harry looked at her from his wheelchair, folding his arms across his chest. His expression was serious, but there was a hint of arrogance in his eyes.

His eyes flash with a… Upon seeing Oakley stepping out of the room in the male lead outfit, Harry regains control of himself. Harry makes his way toward Oakley and bows to him at 90 degrees. His actions surprise everyone so much that a loud gasp is emitted by the crew members. “Oakley, I hope you aren’t angry at me. I don’t know who’s shameless enough to play such a wicked trick, but they are trying to make me a bad person.” Harry cries out righteously.