Fanfiction Archive Harry Potter Novels & Stories

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

Finally, if you're secretly a Harry Potter fanatic, Ravenclaw Academy: Quinley's reign will have you addicted in no time, watch out though-this is not a young children series as it ties in with my Hellraiser trilogy and has dark themes as an introduction to Hell comes in the form of a young demon who arrives at the Academy. I write full time and often on multiple platforms all at once. If you'd like to see some of my work's early drafts, follow me on Inkitt under the author name venom01. If you want to reach out to me and discuss ideas, follow me on Instagram, my handle is venom01_writes, and last of all, if you like my work please, like and review it! This profession is so hard to stand out

Books are oxygen for the literate. For me, there's no other way to breathe. Breathing comes naturally to living organisms. For a nerd with a perfect attendance record and zero friends, air fills my lungs, and words fill my head. I like filling my head with facts, opinions, and fanfiction. There's nothing better than reading Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings fanfics on a Friday night.

It's just a big 'IMO' case, not to be taken too seriously outside of this fanfic scenery. A/n: Shotout to 'Lustsifer' who found the reference for 'Hogwarts' Magic Circle' in chapter #3. -------------- pls don't forget to support my stories

“The Ghostwriter sent word—there’s a place called The Archive, where stories live after they’re finished and loved. If we get there, the Board can’t touch us.” Maya gazed at the long, dark road ahead. “How far?” she asked. “Through the Valley of Forgotten Drafts,” Julian said, clenching his metal hand. “Guarded by characters who never got finished. They’re hungry. They want a soul.” Suddenly, howling voices echoed in the mist—hundreds of faceless shapes rose from the sand, fingers reaching. “They smell us,” Julian said, summoning a black sword from thin air. Maya gripped her iron key—it blazed.

CAST OF CHARACTERS Jake Fowler Matt Wayne Gabriel Howard Nicole Parsons Ryan Fowler Julia Wayne Cole Robert Fowler Elizabeth Fowler Maria Howard Henry Crawford The librarian The Security guard and Apophis the demonic serpent god All characters, products and locations depicted in this literal set are fictitious, forged from the author's imagination ergo any similarity to actual persons living or dead is totally coincidental. Hi there, Did you enjoy the story? The story was actually written during the weekto 2020's Halloween, with a chapter representing each day and as you've noticed the culmination to the Oktoberfest event.

Rumpled- Book 1 of The Steamy Fairytale Collection Eighteen years ago, when Rian, the greatest elf lender, was banished for asking for his payment—the young princess promised to him, he sought shelter in an old, dank castle. Filled with hate and resentment, his heart darkened with malice. But when a simple maiden, Ciara, asks for a warm bed and a hot meal, his once dark heart and other unmentionables twitch in desire once he realizes that she is his promised princess. As punishment for the kingdom’s ostracizing, Rian imprisons her, his only drive, to satisfy Ciara beyond her imaginations till she desires him… in return.

I choked out. "Hey! Oh my god, you will not believe what Sarah did in the cafeteria today," Fiona’s voice burst through the speaker, completely oblivious. She launched into a massive, fast-paced tangent about some random drama at school, talking a mile a minute. "So then she literally dropped her tray right in front of him, and everyone started laughing. Like, can you believe she actually thought he’d help her pick it up?" The video on my laptop shifted to a close-up of Aunt Miranda gagging on a massive shaft. The friction between my legs was reaching a breaking point.

It wasn’t that I cared all about the sex, you know what, scratch that, I cared all about the good sex I wasn't having. “Are you serious?” Helen asked in disbelief. "But you said he always ate you out.” “He does, but that doesn’t mean he’s good at it.” I rubbed a hand over my face. “I have to fake an orgasm just to get him to stop because it’s so bad.” Lauren and Helen looked at me with pity. This is why I hated over sharing, I prayed the ground to open up and swallow me. “Have you told him about it? Have you guys had a talk about his deficiency?" Helen asked. I couldn't tell if she was mocking or pitying me at this point.