Harry Potter Crossover Twilight Fanfiction Novels & Stories

This necklace won’t fall from her neck easily unless a blade were around her neck that cut the lace. Water starts to drip from my eyes, this is my fault. If only I didn't tell her that thing yesterday then she's still here. I loved her for who she is, my love for her ever since we are still young was hidden until I started to hate her but no matter how I hate my love wins. I already love her before I found out that she is my mate, every word came from my mouth yesterday I wanted to take them back but I don't want her to become my mate. This is my fault and mom, if only she didn't criticize her telling me those hatred words then this won't happen, look what happened mom I lose my everything,

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). 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. Find her online at www.LindaKage.com Facebook Twitter Instagram

Harriet Pov The sky was bright and beautiful today as the sunset washed over and so were the daisy flowers I stared at. The soft wind brushed through my hair and I closed my eyes as I inhaled the scent. “Thought I’ll find you here.” A masculine voice said and I turned to find my arranged mate, Alpha Vincent of the Grey moon pack. He wasn’t someone I was overly in love with but with my duties as the daughter of Alpha Braxton, I was supposed to make things work, with or without love.

It made me fall backwards, my mind starting to realise what I refused to believe—my first inkling that Max had not been lying, nor crazy. I stared listlessly as he reached for a piece of broken glass, for whatever reason, and watched as the hair that covered his arms grew longer in seconds. His fingernails were the next to change and become long claws, and now I had no doubt that my life was now in a scene from those fantasies I thought about when Max told me about Caleb. Harry Potter and Twilight. And tonight was the night of a full moon, as Max had warned. Watching his clothes fall to pieces on his quickly expanding body made me sit still, my mind reminiscing on something similar that had

It held a lot of memories and meaning. However, Rosie just frowned slightly and replied casually after glancing at me, “It’s fine. The decor is outdated, anyway. Let’s change it to whatever you want.” The cloying scent of Tyler’s cologne made me nauseous. I did not want to watch them flirt any longer, so I turned and headed upstairs. Still, when I opened the bedroom door, I froze in place. Everything inside had changed. All of my belongings were gone and had been replaced with piles of luxury goods clearly belonging to a younger man.

Harry unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He stepped closer. “Trust me, Ivy. We don’t need the healer or the antidote. This way, we’ll even have our own pup… You’ll have to be my mate then, won’t you?” He reached out and lifted my chin. “Even in this life, you can never escape me. You’ll always be mine, Ivy.” As my consciousness faded, it hit me. Harry had come back from past, too.

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

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.

Right now, I want to be with people who will love me and comfort me during this phase in my life. "Here we go!" Harry's words washed over me like a cold tide. I felt him pull me with himself into the portal where we tore through the liquid glass. The blue flames then engulfed us as we began a painful descent into darkness. The force of gravity was too much. I felt Harry holding onto me tight as he screamed something near my ear. However, a pang of pain shot up my left leg before everything went dark. Tbc...