Dark Harry Potter Slash Fanfiction Romane & Geschichten

The shadows around him dissipated, unable to withstand the power of their unity. "Your darkness will never triumph over our love!" Chloe shouted, her voice strong and unwavering. "You are outnumbered, Darius. This is our home, and we will defend it!" With one final surge of energy, their collective magic exploded outward, overwhelming Darius. The dark figure staggered back, his form flickering like a candle in the wind. As the light engulfed him, he let out a final, anguished cry before vanishing into the ether, leaving behind only the faint echo of his presence.

I did without a second consideration. Does she hate sleeping in the dark? I got it covered. Did she want space after our fight? I think the fuck not. I knew where she was the day she left, I had a Grayson watching over her but when I was informed that she was having a male company. I completely lost any sane brain cells. The ride back was brief due to my high speed, a few minutes later I found myself going up the stairs that threatened to break any second under my feet. It wasn’t the hard stare I received from the old lady that made goosebumps to appear on my skin, no, it was the thick smell of blood that came from Skylar’s bedroom.

Harry thought. Harry felt a sharp pain, after realizing the whole truth. He turned to face Arthur with his hard glare. "My words remain the same! I will never change them! This slut of a woman, would never get to see her son again. And you who claim to be her baby's daddy, I would advise you don't even make an attempt to get the kid away from me otherwise I will kill you and feed your flesh to the ravens." Harry said with his eyes directly at Arthur, who only looked for a few seconds and eventually moved his eyes away from him. Harry's look was so impossible to behold. Harrh looked like a beast that would cause havoc on earth.

His eyes, once filled with malicious intent, now reflected pure terror. Harry emerged from the shadows, holding a gleaming dagger. He brought it to us, the three Lucas family members, and spoke with a chilling calmness. "Shall I do it, or will one of you?" His words were harsh, but we understood the gravity behind them. Firstly, Roy had to die; otherwise, this nightmare would never end. Secondly, despite everything, Roy was our family, and Harry respected our decision in this final moment.

The lust we're both feeling. He kept on banging me hard and I screamed the pleasure was taking me to the center of madness. He hold my hair as he bang my entrance from the back, it was like I was being tortured by him, he has driven me crazy with the way he teased me with his hard torso. "Now it's your turn to make me go crazy,'' he muttered as I got on top of him. Seeing his long and hard torso, I centered myself on it as I began to ride him gently. He closed his eyes as he folded my two breasts. I increased the pace. He was inside me and I could feel the pleasure. I stopped the pace, now you have to give me a blow job he whispered and I nodded. Getting down on my knees he shoved his hard t

"You... you hit me? For her?" "I hit you for every disrespect you cause to Darcy," Harry snarled, his eyes fixed on Darcy, desperate to see a glimmer of approval. "Get out, Claire. I don't need you anymore. I’ve found my family, you’re less than the dirt on Darcy's shoes." He turned back to Darcy, his eyes seeking her approval. "See, Darcy? She’s nothing. I’ll ruin her. I’ll make sure she never shows her face to us again. Just come home. We can take Leo—"

I gasped, the words tasting like ash and iron, but my body betrayed me, arching deeper into the toy as the intensity grew. "Say it properly," he insisted, stepping closer. He reached out and tapped the underside of my chin, forcing me to meet his stare. "Tell me you are my possession. Tell me you are nothing more than my slave." "I am your... your possession," I sobbed, the humiliation burning hotter than the friction between my legs. "I am your slave, Draco. Please, just… give it to me." He chuckled, a low, humorless sound that vibrated in my chest. With a flick of his thumb, he slowed the vibrator down to a agonizingly sluggish, pulsed rhythm...

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!”

Sally sobbed uncontrollably, begging for forgiveness. My head pounded. I had no patience left to watch her performance. Harry saw that I remained unmoved and, in a sudden fit of rage, slapped me across the face. "Grace! You cruel woman!" It all happened so fast. The right side of my face burned with pain. With that slap, Harry shattered the last bit of love I still had for him.

From it came a wave of power that turned air to ash, ripping through armor and shadow alike. I joined her, not as a protector, but as her equal, her mate, her storm twin. For every enemy that came, ten more fell. Blood painted the stones, but we did not waver. We were cleansing this place of its lies. And then, in the final moment of clarity before chaos returned, Harry made his last, desperate command. "Kill them both!" he screamed, madness dripping from every syllable. His voice echoed through the arena like a curse, triggering the last wave of killers he had held in reserve. I looked at Samantha. She looked at me. We nodded. If this was the end, we would meet i