Dark Harry Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He leaned down keeping his sinister gaze staring at her stunned ones. "Sell your soul to me. And with an idea of never going back. Because once you entered my hell. You will never find an exit. Never!" _________________________________________ That was intense. From this episode, the real story is starting. Hope you have already understood that Harry's way of thinking is not ordinary so you will find a lot of dark twists in the story. Till the next Adios.

"She's pregnant, Harry." Harry went still. His face was blank. Indianna could tell he was having an internal battle. His eyes were changing from black to normal colour. "Are you sure?" "Yes," Indianna whispered. "Harry-" "Respectfully, Indie, fuck off," Harry growled. "Because I'm going to punch something and I would not like it to be you." "Harry-" "I will hurt you if you don't leave!" Harry shouted. His eyes were fully black. His wolf was taking over. "Indianna, get out of my sight. Now!"

’’ Gore grunted. ’’It’s not like you tell me things.’’ Harlow pouted. ’’Harlow, you should have said something, this now changes everything.’’ Karina put in. *** "Soon, the darkness will fully manifest itself," Onyx laughed as Harlow struggled to move in her dream. "No matter what you do, you will always have the darkness in you, and very soon I will come for you to harvest it, making you my ultimate weapon." Harlow groaned out as she woke from her sleep, she felt something caressing her face.

- I ask as soon as our eyes meet. “I e got a headache”, - he says, and I nod my head standing up and grabbing some painkillers for him. I pour a water glass and put it on the side. Harry walks to me and takes his painkillers. Once he’s done, he looks at me again. He looks so intense. I’ve never seen him like this. His aura is dark. Heavy. “I need you”, - he says, collapsing his lips on mine. This was the last thing I thought he would’ve wanted.

Harry scowled, slamming his hand down when Dariel became the cold and arrogant person and stole all their deals, giving a heavy loss to their company. He lost his ethics and solely focused on crushing those who ruined his home. He was done with forgiveness and remaining silent. “What is happening, Father?” “Helder, we must withdraw for now…” Harry scowled, accepting his defeat that if they fought Dariel… he would crush them. He had become too powerful and cruel. “But, you must hate on them. Make them pay for everything, Helder. Promise me you will complete my revenge,” Harry demanded, inducing the same hatred he was carrying into him as well.

Harry. He should have been here by now. Where is he? Why he is so late? Morana felt tired to face this old hag, she wanted to walk out of this room because it was suffocating and she was thirsty and also hungry. As if Morana's mind was well connected to the person she was thinking about, a soft tapping suddenly resounded in the increasingly heated room. "Enter!" Mr. Harry said harshly to the person behind the door. After hearing that, the person behind the door had obtained permission, a woman in blue work clothes and neatly styled hair, came into the room with a red face.

AMARA'S POV The darkness pressed against my eyelids long before the nightmare began. It felt different this time—too real, too close. Like someone was standing right behind me in the shadows. I couldn’t see him, but I felt him. A presence. Warm. Eyes I couldn’t see still managed to hold me in place, freezing me like a statue. A hot breath skimmed the back of my neck, sending a violent shiver down my spine. I tried to turn. Tried to scream.

Lumapit ako rito at tinutok ko sa leeg nito ang dagger na hawak ko at pinag landas 'to mula leeg hanggang sa mukha nito, ng umabot na sa pisngi nito ang dagger na hawak ko ay marahas na hiniwa ko ang pisngi nito pababa sa leeg nito. Pagkatapos nun ay gamit ang hawak na dagger ko ay inangat ko ang ulo nito at hiniwa ang kabilang pisngi nito. Blood is now dripping down from his face. Walang magagawa ang awa sa 'kin. 'pity is one of people's soft weakness'

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

"I'm after the real deal, Natalie, not some drug-induced fantasy." "The real deal?" I laughed so hard I cried. "Francis, your dad wiped out my family, drugged me up, and made me your personal hitman. He kept me alive after he bit the dust, thinking that as long as I was doped up, I'd be your sharpest blade. And now you're talking about being real? Are you sure you can handle the real me?" He clamped onto my wrist, his grip iron-strong. "Haven't I treated you right all these years?"