Dark Harry Multi Lemon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"But remember, I'm doing this because of the feud, not because I'm comfortable with everything." Harry's laughter echoed in the air, dark and chilling. "Comfort is a luxury, Lucas. In this world, we do what we must to survive and thrive." As the two of them stood there, their alliance solidified by dark intentions, the shadows seemed to lengthen around them, portending the unfolding of a sinister game that would test loyalties, unravel secrets, and lead to a confrontation neither of them could fully predict. Although Lucas didn't know the true form of the entity occupying Harry's body, he was willing to follow along in order to exact his revenge. He would play along with the man who was, in

Loving Arthur was simply a mirage that shielded her face from the true lover of her life, which was Harry Vernon. While Harry drove along the road, Harry received a call from one of his men. “What is the situation?” He asked. “Broderick Alessandro has arrived in Darkwood.”The person on the other end spoke. A temporary image rushed through Harry’s imagination and all he could see was his unconscious Father lying on the floor with blood stains across his body. He also painfully remembered how his sister's were brutally murdered by that devil, Broderick Alessandro. When the horrible images disappeared from his mind, Harry felt another resurging anger flooding through his body, with the knowledg

It sometimes feels like we’ve all known each other for much longer than we really have. “The one and only gorgeous. I assume you are the lovely Megan?” He says with a wink and she giggles. Darrien’s expression is stormy and I can’t help but giggle. “Hey Harry!” I greet him. “Hey Ry!” He imitates my pitch and tone, then immediately drags me out of Bellamy’s arms and into a one armed hug. I laugh and hug him back before stepping away and back to Bellamy’s side. I take his hand and squeeze it to soothe his jealous side and he gives me a half smile. Harry smirks. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He might be interested in someone right now, but he’s still an Incubus and he likes causing trouble.

According to them, nothing unusual had happened in the castle while I was gone. But I knew better. Someone with dark magic was somewhere within these castle walls. The hunt feast was about to begin. I entered the hall with Amara, hand in hand. She wore a beautiful red evening gown. After the opening speech, the hall filled with the aroma of roasted meats, fresh herbs, and sweet desserts. Golden platters held roasted vegetables, spiced breads, and delicate pastries. Crystal goblets shimmered with red and white wine. Amara hesitated at the table, glancing at the food before looking back at me. I gave her a steady, reassuring look.

The thought of their colleague encountering danger or facing trouble ignited a fierce determination within Levi to protect and aid their comrade. * * * * * * Harry, a trusted colleague and close friend of Levi, was a vital member of their pack, responsible for executing the most critical tasks assigned by Fester. His absence left a void in the pack's operations and raised grave concerns among his comrades. "What happened to Harry?" Levi's voice quivered with concern and care for his comrade. The weight of the situation pressed heavily upon him, as he anxiously awaited Fester's response. "After you left, I sent Harry to deliver the treaty to the neighboring pack, as we had agreed," Fester exp

But then Harlow smiled darkly, before she used both hands to rip Leah's head from her body. The darkness flowed out of her at that, consuming Leah until there was nothing left. "Blinded by hate and driven by ego. That's why must of you joined Onyx, thinking you can rule or be better than anyone person in your pack." The darkness hissed through Harlow. She soon found herself at the peak of the Alps mountain, where she sat down on the snow covered ground. "I can't let this darkness control me." She said. "I can't let it control me."

It was quite laughable that the dark lord had a pet tiger who had a nanny. I stopped on the stone surface, rooted to the spot. The horror of last night returned. It was the place. The sound of the gunshot came back, reverberating at the back of my head, the image of Leo on the carcass flashed and the hard icy gaze on the dark lord.

"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!"

It wasn’t what I did. “Who is he?” I asked. Maeron gave a slow, satisfied smile. “Dorian Lysander.” The name hit like a punch and my mouth opened before I could stop it. “You mean the Alpha of Shadow Crescent?” He nodded. “That’s the one.” I stared at him in pure shock. Everyone knew the stories. Dorian Lysander wasn’t just an alpha. He was a legend. A warning. A nightmare. People said he fed on his enemies. Said he wore their bones. No one crossed him and lived to tell the story.

He carried me again as if I weighed nothing, then leaned close to my ear, his whisper sending destructive shivers through my trembling body. He said in a low... deep... dangerous voice. “You need to drink that damn thing every day if you’re going to make me your target like this... mamacita.” My eyes locked with his. That darkness drowning inside his gaze was pulling me toward him with deadly slowness. I whispered unconsciously. “Your eyes are dark and bright at the same time.” He started walking with me toward the shore without breaking eye contact between us. “And you... your eyes are burning and extinguished at the same time.”