The Bloody Baron Harry Potter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Dante drew on his gaze, as if trying to catch him in a lie, but Harry burst out giggling. “That was funny! I told you that I am not my brother's puppet, why would you even think that I would do his bidding for him?” “He is your older brother, the two of you get along fine, so I don't see any reason why you would want to get rid of him” “What if I tell you that he is not my father's child and does not deserve to sit on that throne in the first place” “He is a Lycan!” Dante refuted, and that word seemed like a trigger for Harry, who snarled at him.

DARIUS' POV "Well, well," his smooth voice said. I turned around slowly to face Harry who was standing in the doorway. He looked immaculate as always in tailored clothes that probably cost more than most pack members made in a month. His blonde hair was artfully styled. There was a strange false concern etched into his big bright blue eyes. He looked like an angel. But Harry? He acted like the devil. "I heard there was some excitement today. Came to see the damage for myself."

I was somewhere else. A battlefield. Blood soaked the earth. Bodies lay scattered, warriors with torn banners clutched in lifeless hands. The sky above swirled with black clouds, lightning flashing in jagged streaks. At the center of it all stood a man. Tall. Dressed in dark armor, his face obscured by a crown of jagged bone. The Hollow King. His eyes burned like molten gold, the same way the Revenant’s had. He lifted a blade—the same dagger Rael had just taken.

In two years, although I had slept with many men, I never had time to play on a mission, especially when that mission was to protect the prince and the target of my thoughts was the PRINCE. I ignored the excitement that invaded me when an image of his bare chest came to my mind, and decided to see what there was for us to eat. Pork bathed in blood and a glass of what were probably tears. Yes. Dark wizards often feed on human suffering, tears of bitterness are one of the most served cups at parties and public places. Nothing new under the shadow.

Questions rose inside me but I felt too little to ask. Cobra’s face changed slightly. Just for a second. Then he looked at the group of younger men standing nearby. “You,” he called to one. “Watch after her.” he said then left with Tiger. The young man stepped forward. “Good day, m’lady,” he said with a dramatic bow. “My name is Tyron.” His eyes were bright blue. Like the sky right before rain. His dark hair fell into his face and he brushed it aside. He looked young.

A king raised inside violence. Salvatore’s voice darkened slightly. “The heir to La Casa delle Ombre.” Something twisted painfully inside my chest again as I stared at his image. It was not attraction... it was hatred, pure hatred. “He was there tonight,” I whispered. Salvatore looked at me immediately. “You saw him?” I nodded slowly. “He was watching the church.” Salvatore’s eyes narrowed, thoughtful, but he said nothing. I continued staring at Draco’s photograph while rage consumed every shattered piece of me. Because while I hid beneath a table drowning in terror… while Enzo bled to death on the cathedral floor… that man watched. Coldly. Silently. Without emotion. A monster.

As long as I'm breathing, you'll spend every single day making up for what you did to your brother! I wanted to shake my head and tell her I truly could not move, but my throat would not form the words. Then, a small figure rushed into the room. My brother, Liam Lloyd, clutched a Transformer in his hands. When he saw the blood on the floor, he froze. "Layla..." His first instinct was to come help me up. For just a second, my heart lifted. At least the brother I had protected with my life still cared about me. "What do you think you're doing?" Mom yanked him back hard. "Get away from her! She's poison, and I won't have her dragging you down too!"

He immediately picked up the books on the table. "You can go to the next class first. I will quickly caught up," Leora said. Ruby nodded her head. They are then separated in front of the elevator. Ruby walked on to the other classes for the next lesson while Leora had to go downstairs towards the lecturer's room. Elmer smiled inwardly when he looked at Leora who was walking into his room. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the halo on Leora's body again. "Is she really that girl who has holy blood?" asked Elmer silently in his heart. Unconsciously he smiled from ear to ear. His handsome looks shone. Leora was stunned to see it.

It’s so sweet and delicate, like rose water. I will not do it. Baron takes his own spoon and pops the sphere into his mouth. Around me, vampires moan in delight. We have minutes. Shaking like a leaf in a tornado, I put the spoon back on the table and then haul myself over the table. I grab Baron by the front of his jacket. “What the hell are you doing?” I hiss. “Bringing your bride here tonight?” “They won’t dare touch her.” “They will drain her dry, you fool. Is that what you want?”