Harry Potter Dementor Powers Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

The password was my birthday, just like my own phone password. As soon as I turned on my phone, I saw his conversation with Helena. I thought that the contents of the conversation would be very formal, but when I scrolled through, I saw that almost all of Damon's questions were related to me: "The woman I love is my mate, and I love her so much, but I'm afraid that I'll hurt her when making love because I'm too strong. What should I do?" "How should I suppress my own desire and control my strength to please a female wolf?"

"Are you ready to place your order?" His jaw drops open. He looks like he just saw a ghost. "If you want the murder package, I just need to verify your inheritance first," I add reasonably. Inheritance?! All his fake bravery vanishes. He scrambles backward in pure panic. "Y-You can't! Fighting is forbidden! The Dorm Manager will—" "What in the hell is going on here?!" a booming voice interrupts. Heavy, furious footsteps stomp down the hall. The Dorm Manager has arrived. With the divine power of Hera, this terrifying woman is basically the Academy's hidden final boss. She glares at the bruised, bleeding kids in Room 205.

Dorian asked Lord Voldemort, slowly rising on his feet, leaving Summer in the hands of Damon. "Good question kiddo, now listen carefully." "Back then when her mother, Minerva was pregnant with her(Summer), I gave the baby some of my powers when she was asleep because I knew the child would one day be useful to me." Lord Voldemort explained, making the trio look at each other confused as ever. "How is she going to be useful to you?" Damon asked, also rising on his feet. "Very simple kiddos, I just have to kill her and eat her heart, then I will be the most powerful supernatural in the universe, it..."

Voldemort muttered and smiled before he also supersped into the woods . . . . . "You guys are late for dinner as always" A beautiful woman with a frown on her face said immediately she sighted the boys running towards her "Momma!!" Damien squealed like a child before hugging his mom making her chuckle in the process "You cheated" Voldemort said as he hit Damien on his chest while laughing "We are sorry Mom, Damien was just been so playful" Voldemort reported and pecked his mom on her cheeks "Hmmmmmm,yummy"

My heart started to hammer against my ribs, but I still couldn't move my arms or legs. I fought against the heaviness. I poured every bit of my will into my eyelids until I finally forced them to snap open. For a second, my vision was blurry and dark. Then, it cleared. He was right there. Desmond was hovering directly over me. He was propped up on his elbows, looking down at me with a calm and amused expression. His dark eyes locked onto mine. I could see the reflection of the dim moonlight in them. I felt the weight of his power all around me. It was pressing into my skin like invisible chains. He had used his demonic energy to put a spell on me while I was sleeping, holding me down so I co

I say to her. Then she sighs. “Have you even seen her story? I think she has moved on, Hiram. Look at what she is doing to you. Haven’t you had enough? We can break the mate bond magically without her, and…” “No,” I clutch my chest as I crash onto the ground, the weight in it threatening to suffocate me. “Just tell her I love her.” These were my last words before everything went dark.

Three days pass, and Demika does not leave her room. The book is her constant companion, its pages filled with secrets that she is determined to uncover. She practices the spells, the incantations, the rituals, each one more dangerous than the last. The power within her grows with each passing day, feeding on the dark magic that she is learning. She can feel it changing her, twisting her, making her into something she does not recognize. But she does not care. All that matters is the power, the control, the thrill of knowing that she is no longer bound by the limitations of the mortal world.

I left her side and went to meet Lucas, I had to feign concern so as to keep the doubts out. “Are you okay? He’s a really crazy man, I’m glad we’ve finally captured him.” I nodded at him, too repulsed to kneel and streak him. “I’m fine. Diana, isn’t there like a spell or magic you can do to lock his powers? He’s gotten more powerful than before.” Lucas groaned as he rose to his feet. “You’d have to give me few hours to stir that up. If that’s all, I’d like to take my leave now.” She bowed, and snapped her fingers.

With newfound determination, I returned to the memory, channeling my love and determination into every weave of my magic. The resistance wavered, Dorian's mental defenses weakening under the onslaught of my emotions. Inch by inch, I manipulated the memory, reshaping it into a fragmented version of its former self. It was a delicate dance, my magic entwining with the threads of Dorian's recollection.