Harry Potter Bleach Fanfiction Novels & Stories

As I turn back to look where I’m going Bleiz smacks into the side of me as a dark bolt of balk magic zings through the air, narrowly missing my face. ‘Ebony, you need to be careful.’ His overwhelming feelings of love and his need to protect me flow through our bond and for the first time I feel a rush of love for him. More bolts of evil are fired at us in quick succession and I quickly duck for cover behind an enormous tree stump. Bleiz forges ahead and I hear the scream of a witch, her voice full of fear and regret. ‘Please, n…’ Her last words taken away as her throat is ripped out. ‘Ebony, let’s go.’ Blake reaches me and I leap from my hiding place to join him. His snout drips with thick,

Henry warned, looking toward the approaching storm. “With pleasure!” Harry's menacing eyes sent a chill down my spine. Charging at me, he grabbed my tail, throwing me against the rocks. I roared in pain, and then his claws began to cut into my flesh, accompanied by bites. Due to his ego and arrogance, Harry didn't realize that I had passed my claws through his belly, making him hiss. “Damn it!” Harry growled, taking a few steps back. “In the end, you got me, didn't you, hybrid?”

Am I falling for again or I never stopped loving her. He rubbed his forehead frustratingly. It was late night when Sarah finished her work and decided to head home. William dropped her home and she walked inside. When she entered the hall she stood frozen in her place when she saw the Chaos in front of her. Xavier, Ace and few men were standing there. One more man was standing in front of them beaten into pulp. Her nose, lips everything was bleeding. "Where is the fucking money?" Ace yelled punching him again and Sarah whimpered looking at the brutal blow.

The scream that left my lips was bloodcurdling. I stare at my reflection in horror and almost have the urge to cry. My hair is no longer a fair shade of strawberry blonde but a creamy chocolate brown, my natural hair colour. Oh, shit, shit, shit! I grabbed my bottle of shampoo and dumped its contents into the sink; it wasn’t shampoo. It was bleach. Fuck! How did bleach get in here? Someone must have poured bleach into this bottle, and Kiara was the only one in the room. My blood boiled in such a way that I was certain my skin was turning a bright shade of red. I storm out of the bathroom, but I am met by no one in our room.

From it came a wave of power that turned air to ash, ripping through armor and shadow alike. I joined her, not as a protector, but as her equal, her mate, her storm twin. For every enemy that came, ten more fell. Blood painted the stones, but we did not waver. We were cleansing this place of its lies. And then, in the final moment of clarity before chaos returned, Harry made his last, desperate command. "Kill them both!" he screamed, madness dripping from every syllable. His voice echoed through the arena like a curse, triggering the last wave of killers he had held in reserve. I looked at Samantha. She looked at me. We nodded. If this was the end, we would meet i

Every pull drives the blade deeper. Harry’s not shutting me out. He’s trying to save himself. “Stop,” he gasps. “Don’t… push…” But I already have. “Ha!” I launch at him, bile rising in my throat. “No. No. No. Fuck, I'm so sorry. I didn't know." Harry’s splayed across the floor, his gut spilling free. Blood. Nausea. I can’t breathe, can’t blink, everything feels like a dream.

I blush. “Oooooooooh.” Harry says in his most childish teasing tone. “Did something HAPPEN?” He looks pointedly between Bellamy and I. Bellamy smirks and I roll my eyes. “Fine. Yes. But I’m only going to say this once, then you need to leave and I don’t want to hear a single word from you. Harass me in the group chat later or something okay?” I stare him down. Harry mimes zipping and locking his lips then throwing away the key. I take a deep breath.

I think i need to clear my head from this. "I want to see you in the shower within two minutes," Harry ordered. He had already stripped himself off his robe. He gave me a little time to gulp this all in. Elena is getting married to Harry Grey. Oh, Elena Grey. I blushed at the thought of me being the wife of Harry. It's a dream come true. I stripped myself off my nightwear and got into the shower with nothing on. I touched his cold wet body, putting my hands around his hips. He smiles, letting the water spill over us. My body glued to his back, letting him feel my breasts. I could notice his body arose to my touch. The thought of him touching me desperately in the shower made my nipples harde

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.

"It's Caitlin! She's the one texting me these curses! She said she and the baby will never forgive me! She wants to drag me to hell with them!" Chad strode over and wrapped his arms tightly around her. "It's okay. You're safe. It's just a hallucination." "It's not a hallucination! Look at my phone!" Lucy pointed a trembling finger at the device on the floor. Chad picked it up. On the screen was a text message from an unknown number. "You stole my husband. My baby and I will haunt you for the rest of your life." Chad's face instantly darkened. He knew this tone all too well. In the past, whenever I was driven to a breaking point, I would confront him with that same look of despair.