Dark Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The minutes seemed to stretch as he stood there ignoring the fact that they stopped talking and she stopped eating just watching the eyes of each other. Anna was speechless. She was not unaccustomed to lust. This, however, was on a different level. She flinched, feeling embarrassed. She could feel a weird heat rush through her face. She knew the orange juice was disgusting as she hated it since forever yet, she couldn't deny how sweet it tasted. Just how she couldn't deny the passion that burns her towards Harry. Something happened between them. It was like their trip to the dark forest has opened something sweet between them, like a misted veil had opened and both realized their chemistry w

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…

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.

Twice. Then shadows writhed upward like serpents, thick and alive. A sharp spark flared between their palms, electric and painful. Sierra flinched, but didn’t let go. Her skin prickled. The magic that surged through her veins wasn’t tame, wasn’t cooperative—it was dark, wild, terrifyingly familiar. The air thickened, heavy with pressure. Students whispered, their voices distant. The shadows leaned closer, curling around her ankles, reaching toward her chest. They knew her. They wanted her.

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!”

"Oh, I'd never seen the Harry Potter movies before," you covered. "I'm only part way through them though. I'm kind of looking forward to seeing more of them, but my friend here has been lending them to me." Sabrina blushed a little deeper, but her pouty smirk was pleased. "What!?" The Suit practically exploded. "How has a guy your age not seen Harry Potter? Did you grow up living under a rock or something?" "I, uh, just never got into them as a kid," you said.

I knew how bitter that pill was. Yet he chewed it thoughtfully, as if savoring something sweet, and swallowed without a grimace. That night marked the beginning of the strangeness. It was not until the third time that my figure materialized before his eyes that I understood: it was not me at all. It was a phantom conjured by Francis' mind. He was poring over documents in his study when he suddenly looked up toward the doorway. Slowly, a hazy silhouette began to take shape. My figure appeared, wearing a black blouse, my hair pulled into a high ponytail, smiling at him.

“Yet you stand before wolves without fear.” “I’m terrified, “I admitted. “But I’m not leaving him. That seemed to settle something. The wound resists regeneration, she explained. Dark magic bound with silver. His body is fighting it, but it will take time and strength. “How much time?” I asked. She didn’t answer. I sank beside Kael, pressing my forehead against the edge of the stone. This is all my fault,” I said hoarsely. I hadn’t been stubborn. If I hadn’t gone into the forest chasing answers.

'OH , I can do more than just stop you", Harry said with a dangerous glint in his eyes . His hands rolling the cuffs of his shirt so that his muscular forearm can be seen . I am sure things are going to get nasty if any of them choose this exact moment to say something , so this is my cue to take things over . "Hey guys, no need to get angry , why not we talk things over, right harry , Winston?" I step in between both of them ,my hands on harry's chest . I might've let my hands wander on the muscular planes of his rick-hard chest . I feel Harry's heartbeat quicken underneath my palm, so i let my hand falter by my side . I see harry smirking and eyeing me from my periphery and red hot heat ga

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.