Knight Harry Potter Novels & Stories

He had to exert all of his willpower to stand still and stop himself from kneeling on the ground. ‘This man scares the sh*t out of me! I have always known that Master Harry is not a man to be trifled with. All of his men are expert fighters, but I failed to find out anything with their background investigation. For someone who has been able to conceal their identity up to this level, this man has to be more than just Scott’s heir!’ Heath was aware of the rumor which circulated in the city, about how Harry was dying due to his deteriorating health. When he finally met him, he was certain that the rumor was bogus.

So, I reluctantly handed the task of dealing with Roy over to Harry and walked over to the bar to pour myself a drink straight from the bottle. Harry approached Roy, whose leg had now completely disappeared. Taking up a blade previously used by Peter, Harry aimed directly at Roy's neck, preparing to sever his head without giving him a chance to wait for death. Ethan, as an extra precaution, set up a protective barrier to prevent Roy from escaping, though the likelihood of that happening was slim to none at this point because Roy had exhausted all his strength enduring the pain caused by the magic potion, and now he lay helpless, allowing Harry to proceed with the execution.

People didn’t seem to recognize me by my look which was perfect for me, I just listened to their chats, I made friends, talking to them laughing when needed, saying the needed oh and ah. “Is there any bounty going around?” I ask with a smile. “A bounty hunter?” the guy I’m talking to asks, I just nod, I’ll go with that. “There’s one over any info about the pure bloods, another over the psycho hitman, his name is Devil I think. Strange name if you ask me” he says, mixing my gender with a he, I just smiled, if people think I’m a he, I might be safer than I thought I was.

He wanted to know who'd been using his name. "Everyone's in position," Helena murmured. "If anyone tries to warn Leo—" She was cut off by a sound in the darkness. Footsteps. A figure emerging from the trees. Not Leo's contact. Not an Ashford agent. It was Richard Hart. My father. And his eyes were glowing gold. "Hello, Sophie." His voice was heavy with grief. "I'd hoped it wouldn't come to this." "You're Ashford." The words came out before I could stop them.

When we finally do, in front of us: the 'witch' Betty Nord sitting proud on a black horse and behind her, the Alpha heir of the North pack -Harry- and hundreds of revengeful warriors. The face serious, one could tell a blood bath was about to unfold.

Chapter Twenty-seven **** The air in the academy tonight felt suffocating. Whispers of shadows brushed along the stone walls as if the academy itself was holding its breath. I pressed my hand against my chest to quiet the hammering in my ribcage, my thoughts circling around one name—Harry. After what I’d seen in the garden—how he faced Headmistress Morwen without fear—I couldn’t pretend anymore. He wasn’t like Jason, or Kael, or even Raven. He wasn’t a boy at all. He was something else entirely.

After parting the curtain a little in an unnoticeable manner, Harry peeped to see if he could recognise anyone. At first, all he could see were three teenage boys in a hoodie. Later when he began to pick words from the conversation, he realised there was only a masculine in the trio; the others appeared to be feminine. This was vindicated when one pulled her hoodie off her head, and shaked her hair. It was a short bub, and Harry couldn't remember where he'd seen this person, but he was sure the face was familiar — he just couldn't place it right.

He pranked me on the first day he came back to this school! "Henry's the ice prince of our school, he's so cold, he even rejected the school's prettiest girls. He's handsome, smart and absolutely perfect in every aspect but we rarely see him smile, rumours also said that he's the only one who can beat up Kou." My seat mate continued "He's so perfect~" They stated, "But he won't even talk to girls..." I stuttered, " Are they really that dangerous?..." "They are. They can break your heart in an instant."

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.

With his grouchy temper, her boss probably did eat children for breakfast and no one in the office dared to utter his name. Just like the villain in the Harry Potter movie, Arthur Knight is referred to as the CEO that must not be named. Sometimes, she'd chuckle at the different funny nicknames the employees gave him. Among her favourites are Grouchy Luci and Stuffy Squidward. If you're wondering, Luci is short for Lucifer, duh. He has very little tolerance for mistakes. Being in the media industry, every draft and pitch must seem as if they are ready for print. Even the first draft must appear perfect for the client.