Dark Lord Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He knows we can handle physical torture, so maybe he’s trying to break us mentally. “Prove to me you’re in a relationship with the girl,” he demands. Fuck. When I don’t move a muscle and keep quiet, Ponti lights a cigarette and says, “Or my men will take turns fucking the girl before I put a bullet between her eyes.” “Xander,” Anya whimpers. She presses into my side, and I feel her body trembling like a leaf caught in a shit storm. Stay calm. “How do you expect me to prove a relationship to you?”

I couldn't understand why she looked possessive and jealous of Sarah. “Ashianna, are you trying to make me your slave? Do you know I'm one of the most respected Lycans here? Do you want to die?” I screamed in horror when Harvey talked behind me. I wasn't aware he followed me. He was scowling, throwing his dagger stares at me. “I can't believe there's a weak wolf that treats me this way! Where do you have the confidence to make me your personal dog?” He protested, his brows almost met, giving me anxiety in my heart.

One of them stepped forward with silver-tipped pliers, while another held a small bottle of wolfsbane. Delilah’s eyes widened. "You wouldn’t—" Draven's voice cut through her plea like a blade. "I will. For Aurora. Speak, or bleed." The first scream echoed through the halls as the pliers clamped down on her nails. Blood spilled down her fingers, staining the floor. Aurora, who had quietly followed Draven into the corridor, flinched outside the cell, her breath hitching. Her mind raced—she needed answers, but the sight of Delilah in pain twisted her gut.

His head was still buzzing with everything she had said—the clans, the pure-bloods, the feeders, and worst of all, the bonding ritual. Santa leaned back until he was staring up at the carved ceiling. He rubbed his palms over his face. Bonding ritual. Hannah had spoken of it as if it were natural, something everyone here understood, but for him it was nothing but a terrifying unknown. He could still hear her voice echoing in his head, light and casual, as though she weren’t explaining the kind of thing that could change his life forever.

He looked at me and then he finally stood up, took one of the mugs of coffee, sipped it once, and walked toward the door. He paused for a second like he was going to say something, but then just walked out, leaving me alone with the therapist and a million thoughts I didn’t know what to do with. “ Before I continued, DK is actually on the verge of taking control , you might think it’s impossible because he’s not the real one but it is and the worst of it is that he’s trying to make Harry not to come out “ she said “What?? “I know you must’ve known that Harry comes out when DK sleep and then vice versa but seems DK has been neglecting his sleep trying to take over “ she said

Instantly, all eyes shifted from me to the newcomer. The warriors and the small crowd of onlookers immediately turned and bowed deeply as the man approached. Lifting my eyes, I saw a young man with an air of undeniable charisma. His spiky brunette hair, square jaw, and deep blue eyes exuded a quiet strength. Despite his imposing presence, I found it hard to believe he could be the Dark Lord. Beside him stood a younger boy, whose face seemed like it had been meticulously sculpted to perfection, radiating a similar aura of authority.

' I screamed and gritted my teeth. "You won't be able to use your powers. Not with silver and wolfsbane in your system. You know, for someone who has heightened senses and an intelligent mind, you sure are stupid and slow to not see this coming. You're too easy." He laughed wickedly at the end. Tears formed in my eyes and I grunted in pain when I moved. I looked up at him. "Why??" I whispered with a weak voice as my vision started to blur. "Wh-why are y-you doing th-this. Harry? Why are you with Dylan? He's a traitor and a bastard!"

Dante drew on his gaze, as if trying to catch him in a lie, but Harry burst out giggling. “That was funny! I told you that I am not my brother's puppet, why would you even think that I would do his bidding for him?” “He is your older brother, the two of you get along fine, so I don't see any reason why you would want to get rid of him” “What if I tell you that he is not my father's child and does not deserve to sit on that throne in the first place” “He is a Lycan!” Dante refuted, and that word seemed like a trigger for Harry, who snarled at him.

Lord Yong asked. “Yes. A group of black magicians cast a powerful spell on him. They cast a deadly spell on him. The Dark Lord is a powerful wizard so it was not possible for them to kill him with their powers. So, they cast a spell of leprosy on him, as it was done through dark arts it was impossible to cure it.” He continued to narrate the whole mishap happened with his master.