Godlike Harry Potter Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Harold POV I Harold hades am a proud wizard. I have lived for a century and in everything I do, I do with precision. I have fought wars and i have won. I have faced many formidable enemies and I have won all battles. I am not a failure, I am not a quitter neither am I a coward. I can not sit back whilst I am being insulted by a mere teenager. Even this Azanian has no right to display such prowess in my face.I will not stop until i have won this war. One way or the other, I will find Summer's weakness.

Strangest combination for clothing style thus, his face wasn't see yet. Prices, weapons and various ornaments were seen stacked up, thus, the real and fake were unknown to all as even the rarest of all items were seen present, like the weapons of gods. The hammer, Mjölnir, of the god of thunder, Thor, from the elder god pantheons. What seemed to be a glowing white halo, the halo of an angel, placed upon strange metal circles that seemed to hold up tight against the halo and even more, something that caught the attention of Shadow, a material that belonged to Maria and her parents. The spell book which last seen was in Maria's hands.

This Transformation technique was extremely magical, and others wouldn’t be able to tell whether it was real or fake. Alex sneered and deliberately said, “Heh heh, why can’t I be here? Hermione Yggdrasil, are you with that guy called Dummy? Following him makes you my enemy. Now, hurry up and kneel and lick my toes, and I might consider sparing your life.” “What? You…”

I could see everything, thhe Shadow God’s tendrils binding him, the endless abyss whispering lies, the buried agony masked by power. “You monstrous fiend who has oppressed my people,” I murmured, my eyes glowing with golden fire. “I will destroy you before you can harm them again.” Thorne roared and shoved me back with a blast of black energy. The relic throbbed violently in my hand. Then he smiled cruelly. “Very well,” he hissed. “You want a battle of gods?” He raised both hands, and shadows surged around him swift, sharp, relentless. I barely had time to react.

"I have no intention of harming you," Harry clarifies, face soured by the thought. "I would never harm a pregnant Omega, much less you, carrying the last line of Black." "My child will never be part of your sick twisted shit," Ariadne hisses. "You can go f*ck yourself." Harry laughs, eyes sparkling as if Ariadne had just complimented his pinstripe suit. "God, you're perfect. Like a lily, a perfect Madonna Lily," Harry says, and it causes Ariadne to nearly vomit.

Every drone, every camera, every soldier was a witness to a war that had no mercy, no end, and no choice for failure. Bianca pressed herself against the final wall, hearing the faint hum of electricity and distant voices. She whispered into her comm, voice low and steady: “The game begins… and only one will rise from the embers.” Above her, Ash’s throne room was lit in molten fire, her gaze piercing the darkness like a blade. The daughter had entered her domain and the mother of war would not falter. The first sparks of confrontation leapt through the shadows. And the world waited.

The murmurs in the hall grew louder, whispers spreading through the air like smoke. “A human actually has a blood-bound partner?” “Absurd.” “She’s lying. Humans lie when they’re desperate.” “Trying to provoke Lord Tom. What a desperate gamble.” Tom’s gaze was fixed on me, cold and disbelieving. “Rowling,” he said slowly, as if savoring a bitter name. “Do you really think fabricating a fantasy will sway me?” His gaze swept over me with undisguised contempt.

At the same time, Harry and Philip staggered back. Harry’s face was full of horror as he stared fixedly at Philip. He laughed miserably and said, “Well, well! I didn't expect you to be so strong! I underestimated you! With such strength at such an age, the Black Dragon Heart really deserves to be a product from behind the stargate!” After saying that, Harry twisted his neck, and another roaring black tiger manifested behind him. The roars made people’s eardrums hurt while the black tiger emitted the pressure of a rabid wolf!

“All kinds of books. I’ve ready fantasy, romance and everything in between. I’ve read Harry Potter probably more times than I can count.” “Harry Potter?” I chuckle. “Don’t diss on Harry Potter or I’ll turn this horse around.” I chuckle at her threat. “Do you read?” “I do, probably not as much as you but I do. I tend to stick to fantasy stories like The Hobbit or the Game of Thrones series.”

We know within us that this is not real and despite that, deep down I still ask myself; Is there a possiblity that I mean something more to Harry? Fuck that, who am I deceiving with that shit? Maybe at the end of it all, I am just a game to Harry. That fucking son of a bitch! Great! He's made me cursed his innocent mother. Let's be real though, what do I expect from a bad boy like Harry from the start? Especially since we are not even dating for real. He treats everything like it's a fucking game and I hate him for that. I fucking hate him. Without looking at him even when I really wanted to, I started to totter to the direction of the exit door but before I could cover half the distance, hi