Evil Harry Potter Fanfic Novels & Stories

Two minutes later, my dad replied, saying he was too far away and couldn't interfere. Well, I was completely done for. I had been playing around my whole life, and now the universe finally decided to play me. The comments poured down again like snow. [Didn't expect this, did you? Arnold is also an incubus, and he can control the weather, too!] [If Eva hadn't sent that text, she might still have a chance. But now, it's over. Arnold is already on his way to catch her.] [Who says this plot is bad? This is amazing! Don't you know angry hookups are even better? Eva, just give up already. Hold onto Arnold for dear life. The main heroine, Serena, can't compete with a natural-born succubus!]

Domenico I was a little bit uncomfortable when the two prince introduced their selves to me. "I'm Edward Stefan Domenico .. The second prince of Vlademort. It's very pleasure to meet you Rosalind." He took my hand and kissed it. His hand was so cold that even his lips kissed my hand. "My name is Henry Casper Domenico .. The third prince." It sparingly introduced itself and also kissed my hand. "It's nice to meet you too .. Princes of Vlademort." I bow to them.

Dang it, Charles; you couldn’t have taught me the whole spell! “Listen, if I don't get you to Charles in a few hours your face is going to stay like that, and as much as I hate that ugly face of yours, this is creepier than Voldemort. “He rolls his eyes, which have no eyelids by the way before standing up.

“Yes.” “Unbelievable…” “Right… Anyways, I’m going. Tata…!” said Sid as she waved at Fredrick “Will you be going back using your own magic...?” “Nah. I’m visiting Edward…!” (Edward – Head Mage) “Whatever.” Said Fredrick as he entered his room and sat on a chair next to where Rubia was lied. * “Hahn… Please wake up.” Fredrick's Pov – For the first time in my life. I am scared of losing someone this precious to me... Please Rubia do wake up. TO BE CONTINUED...

Because right now I wasn't sure if I could enjoy anything with someone after tasting the dark lord. My fire kindled by my own thoughts, I slid a hand into his hair and pulled him closer. “Harder!” I whispered, flipping my hair with my free hand to the back to avoid obstruction. “Bite me harder.” I paused for a second to access his expression, his hair was pouring now looking very lush and silky. I then whispered, "Fucking possess me."

And in that moment, I felt a sense of freedom—an escape from the weight of my past, from the pain that had held me captive. As we turned a corner, I stole a glance at Harry. His eyes were filled with a mix of anticipation and desire, his presence a reminder that the night held endless possibilities. And as our hands brushed against each other, the connection between us ignited once more, a flame that burned brighter with every passing second. "I have to admit," he said, his voice a seductive whisper, "I like you, Evie." I smiled tightly. "I think I like you too, Harry."

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

The group of men filter behind the grizzly bear in front of us. Gee-gee lets out an over exaggerated laugh. “Oh, I’M SORRY, I must be misunderstanding you. Did you just call your FUTURE QUEEN a mud-blood?” Before he can respond she continues. “What is this? Fucking Harry Potter?” The man sniffs his nose before spitting on the ground in front of me. “She’s no future Queen of mine.” The men behind him yell out their agreement. I take a step closer to the man and give him a sinister smile. “What is your name, sir?” I bat my eyes at him.

"He looks like a snake, ready to bite on your back. Do you know who he reminds me off?" "Who?" "Nagini from Harry Potter. If his nose wasn't that straight, he'd might as well fit voldemort better." "You like Harry Potter?" "Yes! I LOVE Harry Potter." I almost jumped in my spot, drawing out a chuckle from him. "Which of the series is your favorite?" "The first one! I love their innocent, carefree queries in that." I felt him moving, then his breath hit the back of my ear as he whispered. "Just like you." My eyes closed in sheer anguish. Only if he knew how innocent I really was.

“You did not look this good even when we were at the fest that day.” “I am sure.” I murmured, “your sick brain has gotten infected by your male god, right? And that is aside from your body that you enjoy getting physically tortured by that bastard like a pig.” Harry’s smile faltered but did not fade away completely. He just shrugged his shoulders indifferently and placed his heeled boot on my foot, digging in painfully until tears stung the corner of my eyes and a cry escaped my lips. “You are the one squeaking like a fucking pig all the time and you have the guts to insult me?” he gritted out with the same evil smile.