The Potter Wants To Put You Back Novels & Stories

Apollo waved his hand lighting up the candles. “I want to give you a gift,” he says. “A gift? What for?” I ask, turning back to face him. “You have so much potential little one. I fear it ay be too much for you to handle right now. So I want to take some and put it away for safe keeping. If you feel you need it, you can open it and just absorb it again.” “You want to take my potential and gift it back to me?” I look at him confused. Artemis giggles behind him and he turns back to stare at her. She stops.

"I like you Luna. You really know what you deserve. Belwis will accompany you back and help you. But In return you'll welcome us back into your realm and fix every broken relationship your clan has with other clans. " "I will." I mutter. "Is this all, do I return back?" Jay asks. "Yes. The pendant on your neck will help you return. Belwis knows the spell to activate it."

I wasn't nearly as eager as I'd been a few minutes ago. "I still think your idea is great. It's just - " He ran a hand through his hair. I sat beside him on the couch. "If you're no longer a genie, will I stay as I am now, or will I go back to the way I was before?" He became more miserable. Had he not thought about that? "The only way for you to return to the way you were is to wish it, but that is dangerous too." He turned to face me. "Have you already tired of normal?"

“Who owns this house?” “Aaron.” I pushed the front door open and stepped inside. “He seeks my attention, so here I am.” I stopped in the middle of his living room. “I give you the count of three to get your ass down here before I start destroying your valuables.” The ever-crazy Lucas picked up one of the artifacts in the room. “This looks like an ancestry possession. You’re about to lose your grandmother’s pot, Aaron.” He lifted the pot, waiting for me to count up to three.

If this truth surfaced, it could ruin everything—the company, his reputation, the carefully constructed life he’d built since losing Natalia. But beneath the fear was something else; it was a fragile hope, buried deep: maybe there was still a chance. A chance to reclaim what he’d lost. To be the father he’d never been. The door to his home office slid open quietly. His personal assistant, Clara, appeared, concern flickering across her face. “Mr. Carrington, you’ve been at this for hours. Maybe you should rest—” He shook his head. “Not tonight, Clara. There’s something I need to do first.”

“What would you want to do that for?” He chuckled. “Because since you want the power, I am willing to give it to you without a fight. But you have to do one thing for me in return.” He has got to be kidding. I mean there was no way in the world that dreams came true this easy. Was he a trap? A bait? What did he want me to do? “What do you want in return? Don’t tell me you want my leg?” I asked, raising a suspecting brow. I knew he was capable of anything now. He would probably be so desperate to walk again and he wanted to fool me into–

“Just will me back in, Master.” “Can we stop with the Master thing? My name is Asher. You know that.” I said, pissed off, but didn't show it. He was silent for a few seconds as if contemplating. “Alright. Asher. You have to will me back in.” “Can't you just will yourself back in? You willed yourself out.” I groaned looking around in despair. There was no one around still, but dawn was fast approaching. “I am not ready to go back in, Asher.”

"I'm back because more than ever, you need all the help you can get and now we have full knowledge of who we were meant to be, we can put Mana Sylveon's power to good use." "Zadik!" I suddenly recalled. It felt as though my memories were retuning in fragments. "He is going to be executed today. Oh my goddess! What have I done?" "Quit the moping around and let's get to work!" Napthena snapped from inside my head. She was back to her position as my crude adviser. "Alright. Okay. So how do we go home?" She sighed and I heard what sounded like a forehead slap. In an exasperated tone, she ground out, "If you had noticed, you'd have seen that you are starting to fade away like we did before."

I asked. “What ridiculous idea has your mother come up with now?” Eva demanded. “What is this supposed to do? Turn you into a super luna?” “No, it’s…” I hesitated, feeling almost foolish for even saying it. Despite using the powder, I knew deep down that it was a ridiculous thing to do. “Is what?” Eva pressed. “Can I have it back?” “Not until you tell me what you’re feeding my niece.” “Could be a nephew,” I replied.

It was the fear of walking into a room full of strangers and believing I didn't belong again. --- Lucas reached into his wallet. I immediately shook my head. "No." "I haven't even said anything." "I know what you're about to do." "I was going to lend you the money." "No." "You can pay me back." "No." He sighed dramatically. "You really are stubborn." "I've had a good teacher." We both smiled. Then Lucas snapped his fingers. "I have another idea." I looked at him suspiciously. "Should I be worried?" "Probably." He laughed.