Wizard Harry Novels & Stories

I gritted, fighting the urge to do just that right now, he scoffed, "I am a wizard, you cannot harm me and Ariana is lost to you forever" A cry wrenched out from inside of me, "no" I can lose everything but I cannot lose Ariana, I grabbed him by his throat, "watch what you say" he closed his eyes as if to cast a spell or something, and I acted, I brought out my fangs and bit his shoulder, he screamed in pain, "I am an alpha werewolf and a wizard cannot withstand the fangs of an alpha" I was bloodthirsty, my eyes on fire and my claws out, I raised it to dealt him a fatal strike,

Like delete the footages and erase the scene in people's mind, but he can't resurrect a dead person – if ever I would kill one. "I don't smell any werewolf's scent. It's just a human. A boy." I got confused. "A boy? You mean a guy? Who is he and why would he tail us down?" "Maybe he knows you." Now I got more confused and I suddenly felt the urge to get off the car so I could take a look at that silver Mercedes' driver. "Once we are off the highway, stop the car," Landon said to Henry. "Yes, My Lord," and he, of course the ever loyal butler, did what he was told to.

Harry Evermore was the forensics department's techno-geek. He was a wizard with anything related to computers and machines. He was tall, skinny with shoulder-length black hair and glasses. Likewise, he didn't need the glasses, though. He had a perfect vision, but they made him look nerdy. He was also a werewolf, an omega to be precise. “Harry, can you hook up the dashcam to my laptop?” asked Clara, the object of his affection. “We'll be able to see things a lot better on my screen.”

Victor has no idea what the f*ck Ariadne's talking about, which sets him on razor's edge. "-That was me, motherf*cker. That week, I smoked those black dragons like a Queen." Victor knows that Harry deals in expensive cigars, black dragons being his favorite. Something connects in the wolf's mind. Ariadne had once stolen from Harry, probably under Arthur's orders. Harry offers no insight into how his warehouse could have been hit except this. "F*cking barrels." "I saw you way before you first saw me," Ariadne hums. It never occurred to Victor that Ariadne knew who Harry was before the first introduction.

When we finally do, in front of us: the 'witch' Betty Nord sitting proud on a black horse and behind her, the Alpha heir of the North pack -Harry- and hundreds of revengeful warriors. The face serious, one could tell a blood bath was about to unfold.

"I brought my ex with me” Harry incomprehensibly turns his head towards me. “Do you remember I told you I had never smelled a woman before ? That's because she's not giving off any scent”. Harry's eyebrows seem to have grown together over his forehead. “And that's because she's one of them. The witches”. I look down. Harry starts laughing. "What's so funny ?" “You've been with a girl who spends her free time killing guys like you? How the hell did you dare cheat on her ?”

And Harry's pupils immediately turn red just like mine then he starts shifting into his wolf which is two times my size, but I am not a scared because I am the Alpha of the Blue Wave pack, more stronger than Harry would ever be, even though he killed an Alpha to get to this level and accompanied it with antidotes to make his wolf different. On seeing that all his wolves have been killed by my men, Harry comes rushing into me to claw me, but I dodge and we wrestle, tumbling on the ground and damaging things. We fought so hard, injuring ourselves in the process and trying so hard to bite each other with the mouth of our wolves, and even though Harry's claws are poisonous and make me weak, I wo

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.

Harry's usually well-groomed brush cut had grown long enough for the Mad one to grab it quickly. Alpha Black lifted Harry so that he was at eye level and stared at the young man in front of him. He wanted to see Harry's healing speed and was shocked at how slowly his wolf's power was working. This confirmed that the red wolf was dormant, and Black knew he had to act quickly if Harry's animal side was not to sink too deep inside him.

Cam snorts out a laugh. “That’s fair. Well it’s an easy enough spell to break. I made the magic dissolvable and of course I used something I had handy as the trigger. So all you need to do is tip a little whiskey over it.” She explains. Well of course.Why wouldn’t the bartending Witch make spells that can only be broken with alcohol? I thank her and say my goodbyes while Bellamy heads to the kitchen to grab a bottle of whiskey he must have kept in one of the higher cupboards. I’ve already looked in all the ones I can reach while attempting to cool so I know they weren’t full of booze. He returns and I take the bottle and carefully tip a capful of whiskey over Harry’s hand. We all stare, wait