Harry Potter Creates An Army Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Do you have any idea what packs would pay for omega silver wolf blood? Have you heard of the Alpha of the Hollow Shadows pack? Do you know that his daughter- his only daughter and future alpha is critically ill and at the point of death. Guess what? I sent him just a spoonful of Alora’s blood and his daughter has progressed rapidly. As we speak now, our borders have increased. Since we share a border with the Hollow Shadows pack, we now own a quarter of their pack. Harry, when will you see the future with me? You used to be so powerful. Do you know how powerful we could become with Alora at our disposal? Do you know how many kingdoms, territories and packs we could control? We could be the

they said and shuddered, "You need necromancers to get Aubrey's blood to create an army," said Gwen shocked at the revelation, "Everyone must serve his or her purpose in this war, Gwen," replied Claudia, "We won't let that happen," he said, "An enchanted army at the beck and call of a teenager is outrageous," she said, "What is there to lose, we would have our army, be able to control them, win wars, take back what rightfully belongs to us," said Claudia looking at Gwen for support,

“How dare Lord Stuart! So he is the true head of this uprising!” “The army and their family are protected from outside by magic. When we disguised ourselves as part of the army, we realized it was much more diverse and with much more soldiers,” the spies added. I ask, “How many, approximately?” “…” “A hundred thousand soldiers in the estimate, your Majesty. We heard rumors that the army is split into many different groups, but what might be most alarming, is that Lord Stuart is planning to create a unit of puppet soldiers.” Puppet soldiers…I could not help but sigh. It is a cruel act through sorcery. Puppeteering is like surrendering their bodies to you, in order to do anything you say. It i

As Arosh and Fanky stood, Stevent saw them and let Harry know this. "Harry, that is Arosh." Arosh and Fanky pointed simultaneously and Harry glanced what direction Stevent was pointing. He didn't reconsider and moved toward Arosh. As he strolled, Harry removed his uniform and the understudies shuddered when they saw Harry's sculpted physique. Arosh out of nowhere felt anxious as Harry moved toward her as he was half stripped. At the point when Harry was before her, he immediately grabbed the uniform she was conveying and traded it for her uniform.

My breath hitched. “What do you mean?” I asked. “This war is destined to become a part of history. It will not just be about you or him…it will ripple across every species, every realm. And to stand a chance at victory, you need an army” The lady continued, her tone solemn. “An army?” I repeated, confusion and apprehension flickering in my eyes. “Yes!” The old lady said, her gaze piercing. “An army of loyal and trustworthy people. Individuals from all species who will stand by your side without fear of him” I shook my head, overwhelmed.

That thought had crossed my mind but I pushed it back, not wanting to dwell on it. “Think about it, Sadie. It’s unlikely that they are trying to create a whole new species, not when most of these hybrids are the worst of the worst. If we look at it like that, then the only option left is that they are creating an army. An army of inhuman, bloodthirsty warriors who don’t care about right and wrong.” Fuck! His words rang in my head over and over again, refusing to let up. My heart started beating wildly at that possibility.

With a slight frown, James said, annoyed, “Men and women shouldn’t be this close. Can you have some shame?” Harper clicked her tongue. Then, she took a seat beside James. She knew that James wouldn’t let himself be seduced by other women, but she couldn’t help but tease him. At this time, James said, “They have shown the Marauder Army of One Hundred Thousand Warriors. Quentyn and Quintus are eager to earn merits.” “I don’t trust them.” Enunciating each word, Harper said, “I advise you not to put your hopes on them.”

So… I push it. “They don’t follow you. They’re brainwashed by you. You don’t have a pack or a kingdom, whatever you’re trying to pretend to play at, you have a bunch of minions that given the chance would leave the second you stopped controlling them. You aren’t liked or respected, you’re a lie. This whole place is a lie.” I tell him. His face turns red, and he moves closer to me, leaning down so his face is in mine. “It’s more than what you have.” He growls and my eyebrows raise. “That’s funny, because my entire army came by their own free will. My army will fight for me, not because I asked them to, but because they want to help protect me, and what’s mine.” I tell him, my eyes burning int

He informed and got out of the bed, while Debby followed him out of the room as well. Hours later, Harry stormed Arthur's designated apartment, with hundreds of black Vans and thousands of soldiers, and rounded up the apartment. Meanwhile, there was chaos in the apartment already and Harry's soldiers broke through the fence and captured every person on sight and forced them all to go down to their knees. Arthur, who had seen the scene from his room, realized the men belonged to Harry and immediately rushed over to his underground hideout. This was where he always hid in the midst of danger. Harry walked over to the men, who had been forced to kneel down. "Where is your boss?" He asked, but g

It broke every reason to live in the heart of this boy flooding his heart with grief and anger for the werewolves, making their destruction the only reason why he was still alive. One of the lessons that this young boy had learnt from his father was that to beat an incredible stronger army, you need to be part of them so that you could find out how they think, and their secrets. This young boy had known fully that when he had learnt about an army he would fight and defeat them. This young boy had chosen to become a werewolf so he could raise his army under the least suspicion and destroy the people who had destroyed his home and made his father die before his time. Slowly and diligently, he