The Bloody Baron Harry Potter Novels & Stories

She forgot a lot of the families do not do human things and most have servants that attend to them. "You mean my caddy that has all of my makeup, jewelry, hair dryer and curler." Maddie scratched the top of her head in confusion. Majority of the things she just said totally blew her friends mind. Before she could say anything a knock was sounded and Maddie's grandfather Lord Alessandro who was the head of her family's bloodline popped his head around. He had long black hair that went to the middle of his back, he had beautiful silver eyes tinted with the blood thirst power.

When she walked in to the loving area, the first thing her mind registered was the pungent scent of rusted metal—no—blood. There he was in the middle of it. He was unbuttoning his stained dress shirt with a cold but calm demeanor. His expression was blank and he looked like a demon ascended straight from hell. His black leather shoes were sole deep in the pool of blood that that at his feet. Rain stopped in her tracks and a scream lodged in her throat. Alexander took the shirt off and handed it over to Enzo who stood right next to him. Enzo’s expression mirrored Alexander’s . They both peered down at the scene in front of them, one Rain knew Alexander had created.

said one of the guards. Of course, Claire didn't remember the names of all the guards in this place, but then she remembered one specific thing about the guards she had met earlier in the corridor. "Does Ben have red hair?" she asked. "Yes, he has red hair." The same guard then confirmed this and Claire growled furiously. "Damn it! Damn it!” Claire cursed under her breath when she realized it was Aaric who had been saluting her and her father in the corridor. “TELL EVERYONE TO CAPTURE BEN! HE IS THE SOUL POSSESSOR!”

And Harry's pupils immediately turn red just like mine then he starts shifting into his wolf which is two times my size, but I am not a scared because I am the Alpha of the Blue Wave pack, more stronger than Harry would ever be, even though he killed an Alpha to get to this level and accompanied it with antidotes to make his wolf different. On seeing that all his wolves have been killed by my men, Harry comes rushing into me to claw me, but I dodge and we wrestle, tumbling on the ground and damaging things. We fought so hard, injuring ourselves in the process and trying so hard to bite each other with the mouth of our wolves, and even though Harry's claws are poisonous and make me weak, I wo

“You don’t know what you have done, you fools!” “Sure,” Tony replied to Meguitte, ignoring the prisoners. “Won’t be long.” “How is Harry?” She asked him, and he paused, catching hold of the doorframe. He shrugged, a muscle twisting in the corner of his jaw. “Still feeding the corpse blood, as if they think it will do something,” he said grimly. “There’s no sign of change, though Harry swears the hand-wound is looking better. Won’t let us look though. Won’t let anyone beyond the doorway, not even the ancients who come to donate. Harry will drink from them, and then feed the corpse themselves.”

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

“There is one thing we know for certain that can trap and hold a demon, at least for a time… blood magic.” Murmurs erupted across the tent but Astasha held her ground. “Blood magic is forbidden.” The man who spoke was a brutal one. Missing an eye and half his face deformed and twisted, he was one of the few Tasha could sense was teetering on the edge of rebellion. But she met his glare all the same.

because the pictures inside were alive, kinda like a harry potter book which make my eyes glued to them. "Yeah! Yeah!!….. Stop Shouting will you!...Who is it?..". (Old man) "Ol' Grim!…is this how you handle your shop?….". (Baroness Lydia) An old man comes out of the door behind the counter, scratching his head in an annoyed tone. He looks like what a wizard should be, with a long white beard and hair, a wise-looking face, and a long grey robe (kinda look like someone cosplaying as Gandalf). At first, he was annoyed as Baroness Lydia was lecturing at him, but secretly he was trying to cast appraising magic at the 3 of us.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

BOOM The door closes behind me and there Baron leans at the door, his arms wrap around his chest showing his muscular side. “Your phone, Imani.” He demands and trembling I hand it to him. “Hmm… So, I wasn’t wrong about Harry, he truly is a little boy.” Baron mocks. “You are again starting to piss me off, huh?” Out of a sudden, his voice gets loud, with total seriousness in it. “I… I haven’t done… anything…” I stuttered, taking a step back.