Dark Powerful Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

When he stopped pacing and faced her again, soft whimpers began to escape her. “My God, your lies know no bounds. And all you could have done was let me know. That was all you needed to have done. I need to spank you again. Come here.” She gasped, her already tear filled eyes widening with fear. “Please, please I’ve not healed.” she begged, shuffling backwards as he marched towards her. “Please, I need to heal.” “What you need Nara, is an iron hand for that brain of yours to start working. Get over here.”

I tell him as I run my hands through his hair and say, “We can fight her together.” Damon began to shake his head and I knew the scare of losing me had put a sour taste in his mouth with her and when it came to him now being forced to choose between me and her, I was going to win because I had something more powerful than her dark magic and that was our love.

- Here? – she asked. Then he gasped and nodding, unable to be coherent, he slowly lost it completely. - Your prostate baby. - She growled. - I'll eat you all up. – The sorceress snarled in between blows. Dark-Dragon was fucked, he felt that thick, hard cock swelling and hot inside and out of him, thrusting in and out, powerful, overwhelming strokes, she worked hard to thrust him. The sorceress was thrusting into him, hitting over and over, right into his prostate, while she was slamming inside him, hitting that spot where he was making him see stars, while she was leaving the tip and thrusting her full length into him.

I said. Immediately, one of the men yanked my hair back and punched me across the face. Blood dripped from my lips. “I’ve been watching you from the shadows, Ethan. You have no idea what kind of game you’re trying to play with the Blackwoods. Watch your back while you still can,” Caspian warned calmly. The calmness in his voice made my stomach churn. It confirmed what I already suspected—the Blackwoods were far worse than they appeared. “I’m not sleeping with Marlene. If I were, I wouldn’t hide it,” I said. His eyes darkened.

"Haven't I treated you right all these years?" "Treated me right?" I locked eyes with him. "You turned my hands into weapons, filled my nights with nightmares, and made me a slave to those pills. You call that treating me right?" He growled, "I saved you! My old man wanted you gone, but I convinced him to let you be! Without me, you'd be six feet under!" I shot back, saying, "Well, maybe I'd prefer that." He let go of my hand and jerked back as if he had touched a hot stove. For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade.

As he had thought earlier, Morana wasn't the kind of student who would choose to attract people's attention by fighting, and Morana's words just now, made it clear who was approaching whom. Not to mention that he has known Alinda since she was still wearing diapers, so he understands where the problem lies and can have a rough idea of ​​the situation. But, Mr. Harry can't act like that, there are decades of friendship involved here and also position of power and everything that entailed behind it was very important for him right now. Thus, despite knowing that, he didn’t act accordingly. "I stood up for myself because I was not wrong." Morana said firmly while glancing at the clock on the wa

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.

Korran The bloodshed hadn't solved anything. My groin hardened underneath the towel I wrapped around my waist. “She's your maid. Yours to command,” my beast said to me. “No! She'll never be yours. She'll never love you,” the darkness whispered to me. I walked into the bathroom, battling for dominance with Strigurd. The massive lycan was starting to take over. “I want the touch of my mate!” He growled. “You can't deny me that forever.”

Her shadows were now advancing towards Harry, his heart clench as he almost lost that control that was on the verge of plummeting. "I can sense your warmth, little wolf! Oh... So, the healer and your friend had made sure that you are not alone in this fight I see..." she brazenly declared and trailed off, "...how touching, you are indeed special to that Moon Goddess descendant, all the more impressive, I could curse her too and seize her fire. I will make sure that you will be a trap in this cavern forever." her cold menacing voice murmured with her eyes blazing with hatred. "...just like I trap the soul of the old man and the souls of your parents." "No! I won't let that happen you whore!"

Debby pleaded with tears already falling off her face, her heart palpitating in a hard way. "Did you think my two sisters were not innocent yet your father killed them? Two young precious and lovely girls died before my very eyes. I watched Broderick slaughter my mother as if she's a ram and for my father, he killed him slowly in the most brutal way ?" He said and took his hand off her chin. Hard veins could be seen in his neck and his forehead, "I'm Harry Vernon! the demon of Darkwood! The most powerful man in Asia! I have destroyed every single soul who came against me in the past. I let them beg for death."