Maledictus Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

"This is the first time I've seen an S-tier Malevolent Phantom reveal himself like this. What exactly do you want?" Felix put his phone into his pocket. Just having this video of a Malevolent Phantom called Malachar was enough. Perhaps there would be more information that he could force out. However, with the arrogance that was leaking out of him, Felix knew he wouldn't be left alive here. "Nothing, just hungry! I could have picked someone to eat, but you, a little man called Felix, have ruined a lot of my good things. Of course, I would choose to eat you!"

"I must say, and this is without taking into account the centuries that separate us, that I find you absolutely adorable." Harry wrinkled his nose at her words. He did not want his Mate to find him adorable. He was, after all, an Alpha and not just any Alpha: the Red Moon Alpha. He was proud of the nickname "Red Wolf" that his enemies would say with a shudder when they recognized him. He wanted her to see him as a strong and safe partner, one she could always count on. _ It is stupid to think that, Harry," Till grumbled. I am not offended that our Mate thinks we are adorable. I can be sweet to Mate and no one else. Mate is the only one who has the right to see us as such.

Chapter 63 At the Kings official chamber, “Mom, tell me who is that?” came the impatient Lily’s voice. After receiving the water from the queen and gulping it down, Crysta looked at her daughter. “it’s the soul eater, Draco” she said as she inhaled sharply again. “Draco?” Lily asked her mom and as she repeated the name, Melinda trembled in Steve’s arms. Eric’s eyes landed on Steve and Melinda who stood at the corner of the room.

Harold POV I Harold hades am a proud wizard. I have lived for a century and in everything I do, I do with precision. I have fought wars and i have won. I have faced many formidable enemies and I have won all battles. I am not a failure, I am not a quitter neither am I a coward. I can not sit back whilst I am being insulted by a mere teenager. Even this Azanian has no right to display such prowess in my face.I will not stop until i have won this war. One way or the other, I will find Summer's weakness.

Fortunately, she has the power to made him to be in cage. Four hundred years ago, The wizard and the confessors, then, engaged in a war for the Institution heir Post. It was so sad and a big slap at the mother confessor's face, when the wizard killed all male confessors. Then, she made a curse upon it: that, “Every male confessor given birth to must be killed they are useless to the Universe”.

He facepalmed himself "Which one?" James laughed. "What the hell is wrong with you. You sick son of a bitch." Damen frustratingly said and hit his shoulder. “Ow… that hurts,” James said while holding his shoulder. “Good. It should.” “But think about what I told you.” He smirked again. “Okay. Master James.” He brought his hands together and bowed in front of him.

“What the bloody hell is “hot guy psychosis?” Zoe pushes him back into his seat and snickers. “Well, it’s a condition where attractive men forget how to woo women properly because they are so used to women throwing themselves at them.” She looks at Azazel and mutters. “I’m afraid you used to suffer from that until I set you straight, baby.”

His voice was like scraping knives Disregarding the skin desperately in need of moisturizer, I instantly hated Dumah. “He isn't Miss Manners either,” I scoffed. “So what are you? A Nazgul? Is Samael Sauron and I some wayward hobbit?” Dumah wheezed with laughter. “ITS BRAINS ARE ADDLED, I SEE. KNOCK IT ABOUT ONE TOO MANY TIMES ON THE DEATHBED, ROT LORD?”

Dominic said, now looking at the window. I blinked, now concerned about who this guy was. “Does he have a name?” “Yes, but it is like Voldemort to Harry Potter as it is to us. We do not take his name.” he said, and even though he gave the Harry Potter reference which meant did read or watch some of it, I understood that he was not joking. This guy must be dangerous. “Please tell me you are not going to sell your life,” I said, concern washing over me for him.