Novel & Cerita The Bloody Baron Harry Potter

I could read his intentions before he made them. I was angry at how everyone thought I was this easy target for them. “Stop.” I used the Source on him. He fell to his knees. I brimmed heavily with power as the magic shook me to my core. “Tell me the names of your cabal!” I demanded using the source. Lord Baron emitted a howl of agony and before I could react, he exploded into fleshy bits and bones. I was expecting names not more blood. Circe was right after all. There was so much blood and death in my future. I had just mistakenly killed two werewolves and the night was still young.

I had thought my peak physical condition, backed by a little martial arts knowledge, would be enough in most situations. Not this one. I doubted I could survive even a single blow from Flint. Baron's scream tore through the room. His body looked as if every bone had been ground to dust. Yet he forced himself back up and roared, "You will not touch him, Harvey! If you do, it will be a grave mistake—and the entire city will pay the price!" Harvey remained unfazed. "I'm curious. You make it sound as though this young man is no ordinary boy. Very well. Let's see which important figure he's supposed to be."

But as I neared the barony's closest point to the towers, I spotted knights. Knights standing above a cloud of dark smoke. And there was Serena, glowing brightly amidst the darkness. She was a captive! "Oh, shit!" I whispered, biting my thumb. "The power you possess is fading, witch." A booming voice echoed from the top of the wide staircase. It must be the baron. He was dressed in lavish noble attire, but his face was shrouded in darkness. His eyes were pitch black, and his face was marred with shadows. He was possessed.

The door to the room opens, and a muscular, handsome man comes in. I snort. Even at the castle, I am surrounded by attractive men, but none ever looked at me with desire! And so I glare at him. I know this man. Caius Liddicoat, a vampire prince of a rival Kingdom. Is he the reason I smell blood? “Miss Serra, I know you’ve always been an amazing woman, but I will advise you against using magic when you are still half alive.”

The heir of the Howe family, the infamous 'venomous snake' Zach Howe, was the only man who held sway in both the underworld and high society. However, for some reason, he became obsessed with me and would not let go. I had once asked him about it. Back then, Zach sat on the sofa with his gaze fixed on me. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his striking features looked even more unreal in the haze. He said, "There's no reason. I just like you."

We push against the darkness, reclaiming our territory and standing against the North pack's tyranny. As the battle rages on, I can feel the energy of our allies surging around us, bolstering our efforts. The North pack warriors falter, their confidence shaken as they realize the strength of our magic. With every enemy we crush, I can feel the tide turning in our favor. The Black Faes retreat, their dark forms flickering as they try to escape the light. But just as we seem to have the upper hand, Betty hands over a maleficent potion to Harry who drinks it promptly and disappears for a moment. A chilling howl then cuts through the chaos, freezing us in our tracks.

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.

"Get comfortable first, then we talk about your escape plan." I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could speak, Harry had disappeared into the crowd. I felt slightly out of place but found an empty stool and took a seat, my eyes scanning the crowd as I tried to adjust to the bar’s wild atmosphere. A few moments later, Harry returned, two glasses in hand, one a deep blue color. He handed me one and took the other for himself. "Here, tonic for the nerves," he said with a smile, but I shook my head.

The ancient bloodline of the Imperial Thorne family. Seraphina hadn't just matched her with a monster. She had accidentally or perhaps intentionally sent her into the cage of a Prince. Valerius Thorne. The Arch-Commander of the Imperial Army. The man the news had reported missing for three days. The Prince turned. His eyes were not human. They glowed like violent fire, his pupils thin and sharp like a predator’s. A low growl vibrates from him, it was so powerful it made the ground tremble under Lyra’s feet.

"This is going to be interesting." He turned and walked toward the door. But at the threshold, he stopped and looked back at me over his shoulder. "The Blood Call was just the beginning," he said. "Tomorrow, the real test begins. I hope you survive it, half-blood. For your sake." The door closed behind him. I stood there, shaking, my chest still wet with my own blood, and I realized something that terrified me more than the Council, more than the relic, more than anything else. The wolf inside me wasn't afraid of Niklas Vollbrecht.