The Bloody Baron Harry Potter Novelas e Histórias

I opened it to see Alpha Harry. “You had the nerve to inflict pain on my only child.” I could tell he was drunk; he was smelling of alcohol. “I did nothing to her; I only had to put her in the right place.” “I killed Lord Potter with my bare hands, and I can do that to you as well.” He shifted right in my presence, growling as his bones snapped. “You either surrender to me, or your intestines will replace that towel on the floor.” I watched his sharp fingers snap out of his knuckles. He let out a loud groan, stretching out his arm with an evil smirk on his face.

Harry frowns. “I watched you make that, it’s just a normal drink. Where’s the magic?” He demands. “Here.” I say calmly as I reach behind the bar, grab some of the pink potion in my bare hands and fling it right at his face, essentially glitter bombing him. He sputters and coughs out a cloud of glitter. I expect him to be annoyed or complain but instead he just bursts out laughing.

"Credit your cunt! The man slams his fist on the table, saliva spewing from his mouth as he talks. His thick beard has crumbs of dried bread. A man draped in a purple cloak walks through the shut wooden door of the bar. A little part of his short hair was peeking through the hoodie on his head, his scarred left eye showing just a little. William strolled across the busy local bar, dressed like a commoner. As he sits down at an empty table, the lady with freckles glides across the room with two big wooden cups filled with wine and drops them on the table. "Just how you like it, mixed spices and wines blended together." She says before turning around to leave. William grabs the handle of the b

“I’m not touching that. I’ll get tetanus or something.” Harry glanced over at me with a flat, unimpressed look. “And you think I’m going to touch it?” I tried to stare him down. “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who wanted to be the hero. So go ahead and be the hero, Harry. Open it. Don’t let me stand in your way.” Harry looked at the knob, then at me, then back at the knob, and the devil grinned. I expected something stupid like ‘open sesame’ or ‘alohomora’. But nope, he had to be dumb but piss me off at the same time as well.

The whole house was very quiet, either there was no one, or they were hiding somewhere. Boyce found the blood on the sofa and frowned, but he didn't make a sound and even tried to block Harry's sight. Charles gave him a push. "Why did you stand in my way?" Boyce glared at him and said, "Who blocked you?" But he was cursing secretly, "Why is this guy so stupid? What the hell is he doing?" Their movements attracted the attention of Harry. He glanced at the dry blood on the sofa, and his eyes became deeper like bottomless pits.

I shake my head- I am not going to let her foolish words bother me Soon we got home and … Harry, that sentimental fool, rushes toward Alora like a moth to flame. The guards try to stop him - they know better than to let anyone near those silver chains - it is highly refined silver that even I cannot afford to touch my skin. But Harry pushes through the guard with a strength I didn't think he still possessed even after his wolf has been lost "My little girl," he almost cries- eww, pathetic.

Ronan followed, slow and deliberate, enjoying my fear. "The thing about half-bloods," he continued, "is that they never know their place. Two wolves fighting inside one body—it makes you unpredictable. Wild." He smiled, and it was the smile of a predator toying with prey. "I'm going to enjoy taming you." He lunged.

I've been obsessively in love with him since then, can't believe I get to see him in real life today. |||Goodness!! His name alone is enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine.||| As their comments got past me, I couldn't help but look up to the man and gasp!! I was here standing side by side with Theron Blackmoor!! The same one who is a rival to Zane Voss!? I had never paid much attention to the business world since marrying Zane but I've heard how much Zane loathed the Blackmoor heir. It turned out he is him, my owner!!

Pharaoah asks. "You would never know because you're already under my spell when you start." “Holy fvck, that must’ve hurt.” Pakstan barks out a laugh. “You okay there, Pharaoah? Want me to get you something for the burn?” I smirk at Pharaoah, and he flips me off. Pakstan uses my distraction to try to reach for the bottle of vodka. I swat his hand away, clasp the bottle, and place it in front of me under the table so he doesn't have access to it.

This arrogant vampire was stirring something inside of the pot. "What are you doing?" #to be continued in Chapter 10.4 - Sweet Scene