Novel & Cerita The Flash Who Is Harrison Wells

The first person to come out was the female doctor who had brought the consent form earlier. Harrison, pressing the cotton swab on his wrist to stop the bleeding, rushed forward anxiously. "Doctor, how is my daughter?" Harrison was in a panic, grabbing the doctor's wrist. The doctor removed her mask, her expression subtle. Harrison, in his urgency, grabbed the doctor's wrist. "Doctor, how is my daughter? Is she...?" ***

His legs were pierced through, so he would live the rest of his life as a cripple and the Flash would be lost from the world! Unfortunately, he could not make peace with that. He felt aggrieved about being defeated by a nobody. Chase sneered and said, “Ryker, this is Mr. Kayson Yarde. I believe you’ve heard of his famous name.” Ryker’s pupils constricted in fear. “Kayson Yarde… Are you the same Kayson who killed Zeus?”

Edward Harrison. Harrison had first appeared in Chapter 16, arriving as a senior advisor with a quiet demeanor and a reputation for neutrality. When May had faced resistance from the old guard of the company, he had been the only one to listen without judgment. He had nodded in agreement when she spoke of transparency, offered thoughtful suggestions when she felt outmaneuvered, and even shared what he claimed were “internal whispers” about corruption. To May, he had been a lifeline—the only sympathetic figure in a world that felt increasingly hostile. She had trusted him with sensitive plans, had let him review draft policies, and had believed, deep down, that he was someone who shared her d

“I heard that back in South Light, both Third and Forth Master Yates were killed.” “If I kill you, I’m sure the legendary Master Yates and Second Master Yates wouldn’t mind traveling miles just to get here, right?” Harrison froze. He didn’t expect Harvey to know about his family that well. He squinted at Harvey for a long while, his gaze hardening. Then he hissed, “Well then, there’s no need to speak nonsense. Kill me if you dare.” “If you don’t, then you’re just a coward!”

But before I could take more than two steps, his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. “Let go,” I snapped. Asher leaned closer, his grip tightening. “You have no idea who you’re involved with,” he hissed. The words made my chest tighten. “What are you talking about?” “Harrison.” The way he said Harrison’s name made my skin crawl. “You think you know him?” Asher continued quietly. “You don’t.” “Coming from you, that means absolutely nothing.” I yanked my wrist, but his grip didn’t loosen. Instead, he lifted the flash drive slightly between us.

It wasn't until his eyes landed on Serena Whitlock standing less than a hundred yards away on the trail that the warning finally clicked. “Sorry, man, I’ve got to hit the ridge. Got a few more miles of patrol to do.” He flashed Oliver a tight smile as he jumped to his feet, nearly fumbling the phone in his haste. “Good hunting with you!” After giving him a friendly clap on the shoulder, Harrison glanced once more toward a steadily approaching Serena before taking off at a dead run in the opposite direction, not caring how suspicious it looked to the other wolves watching from the outpost. He’d never pushed his human form to run so fast in his life.

It popped open a second later and a hand reached in to grab us. “Told you,” Harrison winked at me. He grabbed the hand and the person pulled him out of the dark tunnel. I paused for a second in anticipation of Harrison's warning and as expected, I heard his scream the next second. “It’s a trap Xavier!” he cried. “It's…” I waited, listening but his warning didn’t come anymore. “Harry?” The next second, his limp body fell through the opening and down on me. Blood was flowing freely from a cut on his neck.

Just as Fleur was taking the helicopter back to New York, Harrison was lying weakly on the bed. His eye bags were large and black, indicating that he had spent yet another sleepless night. Harrison had been constantly tormented mentally and emotionally over the past few days, and the ongoing devastations had reached a climax early this morning. He never expected that Hank's pursuit of Biden would ultimately lead Zekeiah to commit suicide by arson. Harrison was even more overwhelmed upon discovering that Zekeiah was a member of the Qing Eliminating Society.

"Harrison doesn't fire real weapons when he can help it. He fires the ones that let him claim, afterward, that he was never really aiming at anyone at all." "Then we'd better find out what he's actually protecting in that sub-level," Kaelen said, "before he decides a warning shot isn't enough anymore." ***** Harrison returned to his office and closed the door before he allowed his composure to slip, even slightly, the careful mask he'd worn for the last two hours finally cracking around the edges the moment he was alone. He poured himself a drink he didn't intend to finish and dialed the same untraceable number he'd used the night before, his hand, he noted with some private irritation, not

Harrison whispers to them. They bob up and down with bounds of endless energy that only teenagers have, promising they will take the secret to their grave until Harrison tells the pack. “This young lady here is called Eve; she’s the child of prophecy sent by the Moon Goddess to bless the world,” Harrison begins to explain, earning gasps of wonder from the teenagers. “This man here is Joe; he’s a wizard and has an extraordinary gift too. This is Jasper; he’s a vampire and blessed by Hades himself. And this man here is my son,” Harrison explains. “My father mind-linked me,” he laughs at my confused expression at how much he knows about us. I suppose that makes a lot of sense, much better than