Golden Harry Potter Novels & Stories

He is always over her like a cloak. His name is Harry Corna. "Master" she called and quickly grabbed the towel to cover herself up. Harry scoffed and moved closer to her,his eyes unreadable as usual. Bethel had her eyes down immediately. "Is your body made of gold? What part of your body had I not seen?" Harry asked,menacingly and Bethel hastily loosen the knot on her towel. The towel fell freely to her feet while the unfeeling eyes of Harry stared at her body, lustfully.

asked the voice of a chuckle. A young sorcerer in his twenties with burgundy hair appeared holding a magic wand. His hair was down shoulder length, a little messy. His eyes were amber-gold, and his body was slender, tall. His androgynous face was sweet. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether this sorcerer was a pretty boy or a tomboyish woman. He smiled confidently and exuded a superior aura. He was wearing a white robe with a golden thread pattern. In his hand was a long magic wand that touched the ground. At the end of his wand stuck Draco's golden dragon heart. The Heart of Magic.

"Dr. Jacob walked in with some papers in his hand and a confused expression. "Are the results out?" I asked desperately. "Yes, but I have a question for you." He said. "Sure." I answered. "If I may ask, do you know anyone who is capable of drugging you?" he asked surprising me. "I'm rich and famous, so I think everyone would want to drug me." I answered honestly.

Victor Castellano. He looked up as she approached, his piercing gray eyes locked onto hers. He was younger than she’d expected, probably in his early thirties, with sharp features and an air of authority that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. “Miss Harper,” he said smoothly, gesturing for her to sit. Olivia hesitated before taking the seat across from him. “I appreciate your punctuality,” he said, a light smirk playing on his lips. “It shows you’re willing to cooperate.”

“I cast a shield—just a basic one—but it flared silver. Not blue but Silver. And it didn’t feel like a shield. It felt like a weapon.” He exhaled sharply. “He’s corrupting your magic. Slowly rewriting it in his image.” I covered my face with my hands. “What do I do?” Before he could answer, another knock came—harder this time. Jason burst in, his face was pale. “We have a problem guys.” Kael turned. “What is it?” “Harry’s been seen near the eastern gate. Not just seen—challenging us. He left a message carved into the stone. In blood.”

Torches burned in iron brackets on the walls, casting dancing shadows that made everything look like a nightmare. And everywhere I looked, there were eyes. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Glowing in the darkness between the pillars. Watching me. "Ah, the half-blood awakens." A voice echoed from somewhere above. I looked up and saw a balcony circling the room. On it stood a woman with silver hair and skin so pale she looked like she had been carved from ice. She was beautiful in the way a frozen lake was beautiful—stunning, but capable of killing you if you stepped wrong.

“But we’ll have someone else go undercover, or my son will never let us hear the end of it.” I can only nod to that because he’s not wrong on that. As the meeting breaks up, I catch sight of movement through the window, and my attention shifts completely. In the training yard below, Harry, who is now seven and sprouting up like a weed, is sparring with a retired Dylan and three other pack warriors. His movements are confident and he’s no longer the scared little boy who used to have shifting episodes. "Look at him," I murmur, watching Harry duck under Dylan’s swing and counter with a move that would make Wolfgang proud.

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..”

Day job as a cataloging library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can’t decide). Justice League Team Flash. Arrow Team Stephen Amell. Stranger Things obsessed. Heard Laurel, not Yanny. Started out reading with the Baby-Sitters Club. Then moved to Sandra Brown, Linda Howard, Julie Garwood, and LaVyrle Spencer in high school. Now all over the place with her romance reading tastes.

he clears a throat. I tilt my head up, only to my surprise; right in front of me is an elderly man. It's no average man with no average height, but a huge man. I mean, this man is more significant than a giant. He wore white and gold clothing, had long white wavy hair and a beard covering his whole chin, and had golden eyes, but he was different from Dominic. This man's eyes shine like the sun. It's like looking at Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter.