The Bloody Baron Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Instantly, all eyes shifted from me to the newcomer. The warriors and the small crowd of onlookers immediately turned and bowed deeply as the man approached. Lifting my eyes, I saw a young man with an air of undeniable charisma. His spiky brunette hair, square jaw, and deep blue eyes exuded a quiet strength. Despite his imposing presence, I found it hard to believe he could be the Dark Lord. Beside him stood a younger boy, whose face seemed like it had been meticulously sculpted to perfection, radiating a similar aura of authority.

Full and crowned with a seductive bow. I recalled her sticking out her small pink tongue to lick my precum off her fingers and my cock lurched shamelessly. I had my fair share of women over the years. But no one had my wolf raging with need. Except her. We should have her, he growled in my head while I climbed into the bathtub. Someone, a maid perhaps, had left a hot bath running. Except it wasn't just a bath. It was poisoned. I sighed, sinking deeper into the burning water, feeling it try to eat at my flesh but failing terribly.

Henry warned, looking toward the approaching storm. “With pleasure!” Harry's menacing eyes sent a chill down my spine. Charging at me, he grabbed my tail, throwing me against the rocks. I roared in pain, and then his claws began to cut into my flesh, accompanied by bites. Due to his ego and arrogance, Harry didn't realize that I had passed my claws through his belly, making him hiss. “Damn it!” Harry growled, taking a few steps back. “In the end, you got me, didn't you, hybrid?”

His eyes roamed around in quick search of the small Kryst. Barbie, in her lightning speed, appeared behind him with her daggers already up in a position to stab him. The Lightning Kryst's hazel brown eyes widened when her body couldn't move. A force kept her body grounded and it felt like her bones were crushed inside. Hange began to grin as he casually walked a step away from her and turned to her. "Taste the power of the one and only Hange Lou!" he declared. He twirled his bone sword which was now dripping with violet sticky liquid. Barbie immediately recognized it as a lethal poison. "Hehehe..."

"Food will be here any time now" "They will starve us until we swore allegiance to them" Daren said. He is a unique Badblood; he will become what he touched. If he touched a rock, his body will turn to rock. Though Mira didn't saw him transform into one, just thinking of it gave her chills. Daren on the other hand has very manly features: hard muscles, a clean cut hair, a beard, and a strong black eyes. His lips is tiny and his nose is extremely long but in a handsome way.

Clenching it tight to the point I felt the blood from my hands. The doctor says nothing. He nods to his goons who push past and come over to me. I pull the sharp shard out and point it to them. “I’m not as stupid as I was.” I giggle. “I will slice your throats and drink your blood!” I growl. “Killian they’re helping you!” my Mum shouts. I look over to her and smile. “Help? They were suppressing the real me not helping!” I shout. While I am distracted; the goons disarm me and throw me to the floor. I scream and scream to the point I cough blood. Again... needle in the neck.

one of the men said. "Never" agent Harry said as he shot one of the men. Before he could fire more rounds, he was riddled with bullets as I watched with horror as he dropped down to the ground dead. I screamed until I had no strength left as I was roughly pushed to the ground, my dress torn and dirty. Agent Bob shielded me while he kept on shooting at the invaders but he too met the same fate as agent harry. I was alone now, all security with me dead. I didn't know what to do but I, sure as hell wouldn't give up without a fight and so, I picked up a gun lying beside me as I aimed at the invaders.

Her hair was lank and lusterless, falling around her like strings of rotting straw. A cauldron bubbled slowly in the corner, leaving off the most infernal and rancid vapors. Bits of frogs’ legs, bat wings and eyes of newt were scattered around the floor of the cave. Her lupine eyes, savage and cunning, only came to life when she muttered certain arcane words from a spell. They perched above her hawkish and hooked nose. From it sprang the most preposterous wart. It was at least the size of a saucer. It would have been funny if the scene wasn’t so Stoker-esque.

I just wanted to mix in that syrup-like sound, but that guy pulled my hand from behind and restrained me from slipping on it. "She's coming," he murmured. He dragged me behind the walls of a prison and shut the door with his trembling hands. He asked me to be as far back as possible. Everything was so strange that I could do nothing else than believe his words. Now I was starting to hear that tune more clearly and audibly. "There she is... Lisa Dorling." I shifted my gaze and automatically covered my mouth. She approached us, wearing white clothes, hair opened, and one eye was bleeding.

Harry had a nominal kinship with the boss here as his godfather and son, despite that, even he dared not enter Room 888. “Are you deaf? Can’t you hear me?” Harry shouted as he strode forward and grabbed Darryl by his collar. ‘Haha, Jade the goddess is here, if I beat this punk’s ass it’ll show how mighty I am, right?’ thought Harry while he called out. Immediately, twenty over burly men rushed into Room 888. They were all bouncers at the Moonlit River Bar. “What’s wrong, Harry?” The burly men asked. Harry turned to look at Jade and laughed, “Miss Jade, how should I deal with this guy?”