Harry Potter Corvinus Fanfiction Novels & Stories

On a third shard, a forest. Not haunted. Just… green. Dappled sunlight filtering through leaves. A small cabin tucked between trees, smoke curling from a stone chimney. Inside, through the fragment’s window perspective, I could see Corvin moving slowly through a room—books stacked on every surface, fire low, steam rising from a mug he cradled. No lockbook. No armor. There is no yellow flash under his skin. He was barefoot, in a sweater, hair longer, face softer around the eyes.

He didn’t even really act like he wanted her to touch him! Maybe there was something wrong with her. Corvin was a man who felt so strongly about love that he had never hooked up with a woman. Of course, he thought something was wrong with her after finding her in bed with that cheater, Jimmy. Corvin thought she was a huge disgusting slut. Corvin’s POV- INFO DUMP? ‘What are you doing?’ Remus whined. ‘It’s our wedding night, and we should be enjoying her company!’ Corvin grunted. “The girl has been taken from her life and forced to marry a stranger. I probably feel like a big monster to her.”

He calmly said like I was talking to someone with no emotions. "What? I am fighting for that girl...I mean...what if...just what if your friend finds out? You were meant to take care of her not fuck her" I announced on top of my lungs and Harry leans back to his chair. He looked like someone in his savage era totally looking at me like I have lost it. "I intend to make her mine..." He hadn't complete his statement when my hand pushed the cabbage in my hand inside his mouth. "You're a Pedophile"

I would hate to be tied here longer than I need to. Across the empty hall, double doors stood high and proud, made of brass that had intricate designs and carvings embedded into it; I saw a man and a woman in questionable positions, so raw I had to look away to stop the blush that was spreading all the way to the back of my neck. A great raven was in flight cawing down as some men burned in a fire. I saw majestic horses and men riding them, descending from the sky and in the chaos beneath their hooves. The carvings told a story; one I had no time to decipher because Wrath threw open the door and all the chatter behind it ceased.

Students scream, their benches scrape the marble tiled floor, as shrieks explode from their mouths, amidst all the chaos, someone yells my name. And then— Everything comes crashing down at once. Glass shatters. Ingredients scatter across the floor. A gust of wind blows through the room, bending lantern flames sideways. I clutch my desk, breathing hard, helplessly feeling the magic ripple out of me like a living thing I can’t command. All I see are white eyes Before anyone can react, Professor Corvin rushes toward me, calmly, no form of fear or anger masking his face, just pure concern and confusion swirling through his grassy green eyeballs.

I needed him to trust me before Victor ever mattered. “Not a guard,” Corvin said easily. “One of the witches found me on my run this morning. She asked to see you. I’m just delivering the message.” An eyebrow lifted without thinking. “So you’re not escorting me?” He paused, clearly not expecting that question. Then he grinned. “I’ve never watched magic up close. Thought it might be interesting.” A short snort escaped. So he was a guard. Kael had just told him not to act like one. That was pointless. Corvin looked like the type who guarded by instinct. Military through and through. He probably stood watch even when relaxing.

"You think you're safe because you're a diplomat? Look around you. This is a fortress of wolves. If Aldric finds out you're bringing human drama into his Great Hall, he won't stop at killing me. He'll rip you apart just to keep the peace." Corvin flattened himself against the opposite wall, his skin turning a stark, bloodless white, very pale. He looked down at his bleeding arm, then up at me, finally seeing the truth: the girl he had sold to the auction block was long gone, and never coming back. ​"You're insane," he stammered, his voice trembling. "They're going to kill you anyway." ​"Then fine, I have absolutely nothing to lose," I said, taking another step closer, With the steel pin just

Grainne remembers Harry still at the hot pot restaurant, and immediately felt pain in his heart, “Carwyn Levi, I beg you, let me go! Harry is still waiting for me there! I'm begging you!" Carwyn Levi coldly snorted and answered her in a voice still as cold as ice: "I see that you have absolutely nothing to worry about, isn't your son with your lover right now?" Just remembering the intimate scene between Harry and Liam William, the sour feeling in Carwyn Levi's heart became even more intense.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

I muttered, pulling off my helmet. The door opened before I knocked. Corvin stood there barefoot, gray hair tied back, leather vest hanging open over skin inked with symbols I didn’t recognize and didn’t like. His eyes—sharp, bright, too knowing—flicked over me. “Took you long enough, Alpha,” he said. “Moon’s been screaming for days.” I scowled. “You could’ve sent a memo.” He snorted and stepped aside. “Come in before the forest decides you’re rude.”