Dark Lord Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“What do you want?” “For you to stop asking Becca directly about the potion,” the person replied. “I am Lucas Kade, by the way, and judging by the vampire stink in the air, you must be Alexander Insworthe.” He extended a hand to shake, smiling with his dimples popping out.

Summer's words dripped with sweetness. "Too bad..." He stopped turning shocked eyes on Summer. He never got the chance to complete his sentence as his eyes widened and he collapsed to the floor. Stepping over him Summer's sweet smile turned to one full of triumph. "I think you are the one who should have been taught better about fearing wolves." As she spoke two men stepped out of the room that Summer was about to enter. They looked to her then the man now collapsed on the floor. "Take him inside and tie him up to the chair will you?" Summer ordered.

"Hmm… Mr. Dante!" I said and felt delighted to see him. "I heard the news that you were able to survive a quest that was ranked S-tier, I still can’t believe it, although you've changed a lot that I almost didn't recognize you. I was kinda embarrassed at his statement since Mr. Dante was the vice-commander of Deathly Hallows, a famous group composed mostly of A-tier challengers. He tried to recruit me once as a runner during their raid, only that the commander opposed it so it didn't actually happen.

"Because that bastard Alexander managed to escape with Lea's help, but she couldn't have done it alone, a sorceress helped her, she hypnotized all my warriors and sent me a thick cloud that absolutely clouded all my senses and those of all my people, a strange vision and you know that only a sorceress can do that and guess who is the only sorceress that is in DarkVille right now, and above all who might be interested in freeing the vampire?" "No Sarah couldn't have been, she's left in my house at the moment, besides she's impregnated in me, it wouldn't make any sense that she would want to help Alexander get out of here, don't say stupid things, it must have been some kind of dark magic and

The sky was dark save for the moon that hung low in the sky it casts a strange glow over the kingdom. Inside the palace, the tension was real. It was the kind of tension that shook even the strongest of men. It was the usual Fortnight ceremony where the wizard takes a look into the future of the kingdom. The king and his subjects watched as he performed his rituals, making strange sounds and incantations. The wizard's screams echoed through the huge hall, a sound that would haunt the memories of those who heard it for years to come. "Doom! Doom is coming!" he cried, his voice trembling with fear. "A werewolf will bring ruin to us all!"

I questioned him with suspicion. “Because witches who fought on Human side used their spells and magic to erase everyone memory” he replied staring deep in my eyes. ‘Erase memory? is that even possible?’ I thought to myself “Ahmmm hmmm…… what happened to minister Falkor after ‘Heart of Magic’ was stolen from him, you didn’t mentioned that?” I questioned him in serious tone “I don’t know…” Draco replied, his voice sounding exceptionally cold “Oh… and also what about Dragon prince, did he survive and what was his name, you didn’t mention his name in your tale!” I questioned him again

"Dang it." I look at Shaylee, and she looks at me, shaking her head. "Alright, 'Her Dark Knight' it is. Now we need to figure out what the play will be about," Shaylee says. And once again, Andrew surprises us. "It should be about a wolf who tries to resist his feelings for a human he's imprinted on, but the more time he spends with her, the stronger the pull becomes."

He stopped just short of me, his presence crackling like lightning in the air. “Because I have known you,” he said softly. “Not you exactly—but every life before you. Every incarnation of your bloodline.” My breath seized. “What are you talking about?” “I am not a student at Blackmoor,” Harry said finally. “I am not even supposed to exist here. I am the first cursed immortal—the one who defied the gods and paid the price in eternity.” The words sank into me like stones. My knees weakened. “Immortal…?”

If it wasn’t an Alpha then he must be a powerful Lycan to be able to have so much control over the mind of a half-wolf. “GIVE ME A FUCKING NAME, HARRY,” I yelled, my voice echoing across the room. My fangs were out and I was ready to tear him to pieces if he didn’t. My patience was wearing out as well. “Draenei”

Even as Renard heard the thunderous roar of a behemoth that could tear through space and time, he was suddenly free from the darkness. At that moment, he abruptly realized that the eyes he saw were Frank's and quickly understood Frank's identity. After all, only two men could use the Death Eater technique: the Lord of the Southern Woods—Draconia's famous warlord—and his only son. And since the man before Renard was not the Lord of the Southern Woods, that would make the man before him his son! H-Heavens above… what calamity had Huub brought down upon their heads?!