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Harry Potter: I Am Grindelwald's Son

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Argus believed he’d simply been reborn into a mundane world—armed with memories of his past life, he planned to quietly amass wealth and collect a few obedient, well-trained "pets." That illusion shattered the day he encountered a white-haired elder with mismatched eyes. In that moment, he realized the truth: he had transmigrated into the Harry Potter universe... and he was the last surviving bloodline of Gellert Grindelwald. For years, Argus lived in the shadows, silently maxing out every talent with the aid of a mysterious system. Now, the prodigy has stepped into the light. Animagus transformation? Child’s play for anyone with skill. Occlumency and Legilimency? Mastered to perfection. ... - Dumbledore: “I once thought Voldemort’s gifts were unparalleled... until I met someone who eclipses even him.” - Snape: “No one dares claim the title of Potions Master in Argus’s presence.” - Voldemort: “They call me the Dark Lord? Argus walks a darkness a thousand times deeper.” ... As Gellert Grindelwald’s chosen adopted son, Argus inherits his father’s unbreakable will. He is destined to rally the loyal Saints once more. His first act on the world stage? Delivering a speech from the towering walls of Nurmengard that will shake the wizarding world to its core... ... For (FREE) Advance Chapters, Join - [email protected]/Ren_Saga
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The Devil Who Claimed Me

She hated him for lying to her and kidnapping her. He would burn the world to protect her. “I’d rather die than be owned by you,” I screamed. He approached slowly, his expression cold and unreadable. “You can’t die without my permission.” -------------- Mila Vega, a promising heart surgeon, lived her life on her own terms until she saved a stranger, until she found out the weak and injured man she had brought home was a ruthless devil. Dominic Russo, a mafia king, cold, calculative, untouchable. Mila hated him. She hated him for locking her up, for the way he looked at her as if she belonged to him. ----------- I stepped back as he approached. “You won’t be able to cage me here,” I barked. “I’ll find my freedom.” He sneered, with dangerous light in his eyes. “Try it. You won’t make it past the gate." He didn’t bluff. He wouldn’t let her leave his side, no matter what. Trapped in his dangerous world, Mila should run. But why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? She saw him kill without mercy, yet his eyes softened when they rested on her. His touch was possessive, but protective. ‘Does he love me?’ Her heart raced. In the world ruled by blood and power, with enemies close in from every corner, emotions were luxury. Love couldn’t bloom. Just as she started to wonder if this monster had a heart, she realized his heart was too cold to warm it. She understood she was nothing but his plaything. Mila’s hatred ignited all over again. She wanted to disappear from his world for good. But the man she called a monster, a ruthless killer, might be the only one willing to burn the world to protect her. ------------ He pinched my chin, putting enough force to make me wince. “You will not run again.” I dared to look into his eyes defiantly. “And if I do?” He said in a calm tone. “I’ll bring you back.”
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