Novel & Cerita Dark Godlike Harry Potter Fanfiction

' I screamed and gritted my teeth. "You won't be able to use your powers. Not with silver and wolfsbane in your system. You know, for someone who has heightened senses and an intelligent mind, you sure are stupid and slow to not see this coming. You're too easy." He laughed wickedly at the end. Tears formed in my eyes and I grunted in pain when I moved. I looked up at him. "Why??" I whispered with a weak voice as my vision started to blur. "Wh-why are y-you doing th-this. Harry? Why are you with Dylan? He's a traitor and a bastard!"

She wondered if she was standing in his shoes, would she do the same as he did? All old stories had the exact ending... of a person becoming something they hated to grow stronger. Yuha was the perfect example of it. While at the same time, Harriet, knowing that she also had the potential of godhood after spending years of seeking power... If she failed to bring Liam back, would she also turn into something like the Evil God?

Adam yelled at the strange beings. “WHERE IS THE BOY, WHERE IS THEO, BRING HIM!!!” The hellhounds chorused as their eyes transformed to a shade of pure yellow, their body began to burn with fire as their clothes melted leaving them with just their under wears, claws crept out from their fingers and nails and fangs grew from their teeth as the room was filled with extreme heat. “What the….. fuck, run!!!” Harry yelled and the latter turned to run but an hellhound moved at an incredible speed as he appeared before them.

“You have clearly underestimated my powers, Helena. I have practiced the dark magic of mortals for years to increase my strength. Rejecting a powerful deity like me isn’t a child’s play, and I will prove this tonight.” During his threatening speech, two beams of fire radiated from his eyes, joining hands with the black smoke to intensify the dark energy. This strengthened attack weakened my energy field. I saw a golden crack in my ward, scaring me out of my wits. “Oh, no! This wasn’t a part of grandpa’s instructions. What will I do now?”

Harry had a soft smile on his lips as he looked at his Peeta pack،The Alpha Lucian had warned him of this and told him that Galadriel would not leave him alone،So he was prepared for all these things already "“I am truly sorry, sir, but I believe that the person who has the right to determine whether I am the child’s father or not is his mother who is lying inside.” It was clear that Galadriel did not care about anything except starting a quarrel with the person standing in front of him. His anger and hatred towards Harry was so great that it could not be explained in words alone. "Do you think that bitch..." Harry approached him defiantly, looking at him with an angry look while clenching h

Harry says, and I can see where this is going. Everyone in the courtyard can see where it's going. "What should their punishment be?" Harry asks me, and I see his eyes glint in excitement. He looks pleased by the situation. Like it's all amusing to him. Harry has become a sadistic psycho. Oh my goodness, he's crazy. He's absolutely lost his mind. Harry trails over to me, leaving only a few inches between us. I can feel his hot breath fan my face, and my breathing gets harsher.

“This place sure is filthy. I nearly forgot about this because of some nuisance, but you can fix this, right, Harry?” His threatening tone they are the use of hearing from him. His smile and expression show his pride, which is his embracing nature. “Of course.” Harry confidently said, snapping his finger and in a second changing everything into the pristine and luxurious property that is their little haven of darkness. “Now that we have our place, our identity is set, shall we all work according to His will?” Harry reminded them with a tone that is threatening and not just a simple reminder. With their expression that shows their sins. One by one they change their appearance. One by one they

His eyes gleamed with the appetite of a predator, but not just any prey would suffice. He wanted Hailey. I felt the pull of his magic as he spoke, his voice a distorted hymn of ancient power. Shadows twisted at his feet, crawling up his form, merging with his flesh until his outline pulsed with dark energy. He was no longer just a King—he was becoming something else, something worse. A god of the damned. The air vibrated as his ritual grew stronger, as magic hunted Hailey through the invisible currents that linked destinies. I saw her sleeping form twitch, her breath catch as if she sensed it, as if something dark was reaching out for her, calling her name.

I instinctively took a step back when he approached. My gaze went to Harry. All the color drained from his face. " You," the lycan god said. His voice was rich and deep. It made my bones shiver. " You have his scent on you," he growled, glaring at Harry. Harry looked at him carefully, apprehensive. His canines and claws extended and elongated.

"I have no intention of harming you," Harry clarifies, face soured by the thought. "I would never harm a pregnant Omega, much less you, carrying the last line of Black." "My child will never be part of your sick twisted shit," Ariadne hisses. "You can go f*ck yourself." Harry laughs, eyes sparkling as if Ariadne had just complimented his pinstripe suit. "God, you're perfect. Like a lily, a perfect Madonna Lily," Harry says, and it causes Ariadne to nearly vomit.