Dark Harry Fanfiction Novels & Stories

All I had to do was play my role—be the bait. Jason gripped my shoulder before we split up to prepare. “One wrong move, Aria, and he’ll tear you apart.” “We’ll be there. We won’t let him take you.” I nodded. Because I knew, deep down, Harry wouldn’t come to that place as a fool. He’d come ready. And he’d come for me. Meanwhile, in his chamber, Harry stood before the black altar, the runes glowing faintly red beneath his touch. His crimson eyes burned brighter, and the shadows bent closer, eager to obey.

Oh, how will HE make her squeal and crawl in her own intestines! And then Harry saw with his single eye a cloud of dust billowing over the road and knew it was all over. HE would, of course, fray… tried to escape. But he suddenly felt terrible fatigue, devastation, and indifferently dived into the depths of consciousness, giving way to his spineless brother. Let him do something for HIM at least once in his life… At least try. A slut with blue hair beat HIM. Or rather, both of them. Wow…

His words felt like nails scratching in my head, increasing my irritation and anger both, “You are dumber than me. Do you really think that you can get to Alessio by harming me?” Harry shook his head with a wide grin, “No. He is going to lose his mate to a tragedy. Then maybe he will go mad. Maybe he will go in depression. Whatever the case will be, we will enjoy it and have fun.” “Oh my god…” I groaned, cringing, “seriously? Do you think this is some kind of TV drama where you can take over the reign of a nation by killing a girl that hero is paired with?” Harry narrowed his eyes. “You don’t need to be concerned about that.”

She disappoints me with how she is acting now about her father Death is too merciful for Harry. No, I want him to suffer for daring to slap me, for thinking he could escape the tight fist of my control. Besides, I still need him alive - his position as Alpha of our pack is what gives our family its status. Until Leah gets married to Lucas and is ready to take over, Harry has to maintain his role in the family, but still twisted under my fingers Soon I am in the ambulance alone with Harry, and oh Goddess am I going to scare the hell out of him. One injection to make him suffer, and the next thing? He is gone

Then she said, “She’s Harry’s first wife. She was his fated mate, Emma.” I nodded silently. “And the child?” “His firstborn and the strongest of his lineage. It was very unfortunate how their lives ended. They both died in a car accident. Harry barely made it out alive, but after losing his mate and his puppy, he wanted to die, because he was the one driving. After that, Harry changed. He let himself be enveloped by darkness.” “Mom, are you sure they both died?” My mother frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“No, you guys won’t have him. I will be the one to kill him. You promised me.” Harry called out. I kind of forgot. I nodded. “Yes, you guys can do whatever you want with him after I get my mate. I don’t fucking care what happens to him.” Getting Harlyn back is all that matters to me right now. Nothing else mattered. Harry was driving pretty fast and on a normal day, it would have been considered illegal and I won’t encourage it but today isn’t a normal day.

I reached for my bag and check the time on my phone, it was half past nine, that at all isn’t too late for me to go home, even if I have to walk back to my apartment I would do that. “It’s Miss Diaz right?” “What?” I asked puzzled. “She’s your lover, she’s the one that’s prevailing me from having your love, the same person hurting you,” Harry’s hair is now all loose and pouring down his neck, his jaw was tight, his eyes replaced with flickers of dark light, something I can’t recognize, he appeared threatening. “Harry, I’m leaving. Thank you for being a nice host” With that I grabbed my bag and made my way to the door without hesitating.

Periodic sexual assault suits magically erased with daddy’s money. I watch as he leans over the bar, a smug, practiced smile on his face. She blinks, clearly surprised, but then she smiles politely and responds to him. An immediate, sharp jolt of something dark and utterly uncharacteristic flares behind my ribs. It is the just annoyance. It’s a cold, possessive friction that makes my blood run hot. She doesn’t belong in a conversation with a parasite like Sterling. Hell, she doesn’t belong in this room of sharks.

He is not yours to look at. He is danger incarnate. Soren is an enemy. Yet when those silver eyes finally lifted and locked onto mine across the length of the throne room, something inside me cracked open. A dark hunger I had no right to feel. I swallowed hard, forcing my gaze down to the marble floor, but the image of him burned behind my eyelids like a brand. Soren Masuda had come home. And I was building walls so carefully around my heart, suddenly but they still felt paper-thin and ready to collapse at the slightest touch.

His car jerked to a stop. The other vehicle, a dark SUV, blocked the street completely. Marcus could not drive forward or backward without ramming into something. His heart was pounding now. This was not random. This was deliberate. The driver's side door of the SUV opened and someone stepped out. Marcus squinted through his window, trying to see who it was. Then the person moved into the light from a nearby streetlamp and Marcus's blood ran cold. James. The police officer who had blackmailed him. The one who had threatened to expose Marcus's criminal past if he did not help spy on Anna.