Dark Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“Something’s wrong.” A faint sound caught my attention—a soft, rhythmic tapping. I followed it to the far corner of the room, where a figure sat in a chair, their face hidden in the shadows. “Who’s there?” I demanded, stepping closer. The figure leaned forward, and my blood ran cold. It was Hal. He smiled, his eyes glowing with dark magic. “You’re too late,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. And then the room exploded in flames.

The vortex grew larger and eventually consumed the web. Hadirt clenched his jaw when he saw that. He dashed out of the black sphere, turning to flee without a second thought. "Come back here!" ordered the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord extended his right hand, and a powerful force instantly pulled Hadirt back. Hadirt was then consumed by the black vortex as it absorbed the dark energy from his body continuously. Hadirt was turned into a dried corpse in front of the Dark Lord and then turned to dust in the end.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Like the calmness before a great storm. I couldn't stop shaking. His voice held something which was out of this world. It made you want to cry and run away like your life depended on it. Only now did I truly understand why no one ever disobeyed or disrespected the Dark Prince. He constantly let out an unexplainable chilling aura. There was always a sudden drop in the surrounding temperature whenever he walked in. Almost immediately, the room would become darker and colder. I was so terrified that I could hear my heart pounding in my head.

Gods above. He was not merely handsome. He was devastating. He was towering, impossibly tall and easily a head above even the tallest guards. Soren moved with the lethal grace of someone who had long ago stopped pretending to be civilised. Gods, those broad and powerful shoulders strained against the dark court. His ash-grey hair, long enough to brush the collar of his cloak, was tied back roughly, yet several strands had escaped, framing a face that looked carved from moonlight and sin. He had those sharp cheekbones, a strong, straight nose, and a jaw that you could only read in forbidden tales. His eyes were pale, piercing silver-grey swept across the room like a blade searching for throat

Annabelle read it out: “ Luke, the most powerful vampire to exist. He is known by many names. The lord of darkness. The symbol of abomination. The epitome of destruction. But one thing is very clear, he was never born as a vampire. Rather, he was born human. A servant to be precise. The story goes back when he served at a plantation alongside his friend. The two young men did not like their status and the burden of servitude. As much as they hated their lives, they each had different views towards their master. While his friend wanted to be among the elites and high class, Luke wanted to rule them. And so when rumors of a warlock spread in the town and came to pass, Luke and his

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

"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.

Even though it felt like minutes, it was hardly a few seconds when he took his hand off and shared a mere glance toward the Alpha. They remind me of Dumbledore, though, with their long weird-looking black robes or whatever that is and long white hair. When I looked at the man beside me, he was staring at the other two men. If I was human still, I would have found their starring contest completely weird. The room was dead quiet for the next few minutes. Not even a fly dared to make a sound as we all waited for their fitting trial.

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.