Yer A Wizard Harry Novels & Stories

His voice was gentle but the words he chose to spill were rough and painful. "I'm sorry for that. I didn't know you guys would be so worried." I said truthfully. Harry was the only one I met for the first time in my life and he was, apparently, younger than me..Younger than all of us. He was Merlin Shaw's step son who joined the hunter's team after forcefully making her stel father see his ability. It took Merlin a lot of mental strength to let Harry be in the team. He adored his step son a lot and to him Harry was one in millions, he could not just let his son be in any form of danger.

Eallric, though, focused on something else through the gaping hole that had been made bigger with the persistent strikes from the three-headed monsters. It was the green light he was looking at just that although it was green, it was no light. It was the eyes of the wizard he'd seen that day on Haunted Hart and this time, he wasn't alone, he'd come with a team of some sort. He was with Cwena Engow!? Who came off the Wizard's broom with a lot of difficulty, then Eallric's own adopted child whom he'd ordered to stay home, Gerey Wysalt, who came off the hovering broom, too.

he asked. For another ten seconds, only their footsteps could be heard then Harold forced himself to speak up so that they could get it over with. They didn't really have to wait till they got to the lake before discussing anything. "He was a student. He was the wizard chosen for the contest years back." "Just like I am," Derek said. "How many years ago are we talking about?" "Uhm... Let's go with thirty." "That's a long time ago." "Yes, it is," Harold replied. "One time, Trisha found a book he had written. Well, not exactly a book. A personal diary of Francis."

His weary and old eyes fluttered at him in both confusion and denial. “Whatever you mean, young man?” That old voice asked for the second time. “Young man… this old man is at least double your age. Show some respect to me, will ya?” And oh, Hashim enjoyed every moment he saw that wizard was having a stroke but still wanted to maintain his coolness. It was both hilarious and stupid. “My name is C.” “An alphabet name? So anticlimax.” Rolling his eyes. “I am the strongest wizard.” “Yeah.” Yawning.

“I’m a wizard, Mom. I have magical powers.” Judy’s jaw dropped slightly. Leesa was right—her revelation was indeed a total surprise. “You’re a wizard?” Judy asked after she collected herself. “You mean like Harry Potter?” “No, not like…well, I guess a little like Harry Potter. We both can do magic. I don’t need a magic wand, though.” Judy thought about it a bit more. “How long have you been a wizard?” she asked finally. Leesa had to think about how to answer that. “Technically, all my life, I guess. But I only found out last year.”

asked a security guard while holding out an umbrella for her. "I think so," she replied, squinted to see who was the driving the car. Soon the car windows opened and Ryan schools his head, signaling Greta to get inside. Using an umbrella borrowed from security, she walked quickly and jumped into the SUV. "How did you come so fast? Did you use magic or something?" asked Greta very curiously. How could Ryan show up just seconds after she had told him that she needed help? Ryan snorted, "I'm a wizard, don't you know that? I'm a good friend of Harry Potter," he joked which didn't make Greta laugh at all.

And just at that moment, the door of the hut opened and an old looking man stepped outside. The man paused when he saw the two strange women before him. He had a full head of white hair and a matching beard that reached his chest. His eyes were a startling blue and it instantly reminded Layla of Henrietta. Since he didn't have the color of her mother's eyes, he wasn't a sorcerer. He was a wizard. "Who are you?",the man asked gruffly. "And what do you want here? "Stay behind me",Ren said to Layla and took a careful step forward.

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

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.

I squinted my eyes trying to look into the fog that was beginning to grow from the ground. White hair, Long staff and a flowing white gown. "The wizard!" The pack soldiers yelled with joy in their faces. A spark of hope filled me and I smiled. Just when I thought everything was done, he came through once again. "How many times do I have to kill you!" George said angrily. "As much time as you can. Because when you stop, I am going to end you." George let go of his hand on my head and faced the wizard, who was running towards his direction. It was a clash of two magical creatures