Harry Potter Dementor Powers Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I can’t help it. “I didn’t completely take over their minds. They’re still in there. I can hear their thoughts constantly. Their cries for help. They know what they’re doing but they can’t stop it. They can’t fight my magic. Imagine Damon standing right in front of you. Everything inside him wants to hold you and kiss you and hug you, but he cannot. He has to do what I want because he feels the need to serve me, even though he knows it’s not what he wants. It’ kind of like I took away their free will you see.” She stares at her fingers like they were the most interesting things in the world.

His demon magic felt very warm and had a soft, golden shimmer to it. "Harry?" Mom said. "Anything?" He frowned, eyes distant. "Nothing. She's exactly as... wait a minute." I felt him slide past the walls I was so used to, the ones I'd kept up since I was little to block my demon from me. "Oh no. Oh, Syd." Mom's power plunged in after Dad's, a breath of Sassy's following. Together they confronted my demon as she had always felt to me. She snarled at them.

Or was he a vampire too. "No" I said sarcastically "I'm talking to Dumbledore" I sat again properly and decided to resume reading but.... "So, what you're reading?" He asked jumping into the recliner next to me, I slammed the book shut, turned to face him, and gave him a sarcastic smile "Harry Potter and the death of the person who won't let me read" I told him, my teeth gritted "Robert, leave her alone" Damon was here, looking at the recliner next to me, I looked from Damon to the man sat next to me, the man winked at me and smiled a half smile, the way Damon always does, I realised then I was talking to a spirit.

He is trying to backstab his brother who loved him like his son. And Kiora? Fuck, she is here. That bitch used ‘Demonic Arrow’ and turned Cal against Zac. Demonic Arrow is one of the most dangerous spells which is used to hypnotize people and turn them into your puppets. The people lose their identity and become slaves of the masters, the person who had cast that malefic spell on them. They could do anything even murder as their sanity is at the helm of their master who then makes them dance to his tunes.

It's those cold, dark green eyes that stare deep into my soul that haunt me the most. "And the civilisation there is out there...well, it would eat a pretty girl like you alive," he murmurs, dragging his gaze over me before smirking, enjoying his own personal joke. "Just what I need, another male telling me I'm weak and pathetic," I snap. He shakes his head slowly. "You have magic. Barely, but what you do have can be coaxed out. But only with my help." "Of course." I roll my eyes. Keo regards me quietly, sensing my doubt. "Unless you want to spend the next five decades chasing down a full blooded Demon that doesn't even want to be found."

"So fragile and shining. I would like to crush you until you are a part of me forever." Hades's words sent chills down Doll's spine but the no-fur couldn't spare a moment of concentration to voice his pleasure. The power coming to him was bizarre. If he didn't commit his complete focus, he could feel it zipping through his body, wanting to wreak havoc.

“So change your statement into ‘our’ familiars having feasts with ‘our’ bones, yeah?” “Maleficent!” Damon screamed with anger that muted the effects of the spell, his scream scaring the crows that were flying by. Oops!

"So, my dear friend, why now? Do you not have all the power that you desire?" "Damien, the moment that Dagon came to tell me about this supernatural world and all the power, I could no even think of rejecting his proposal." "Well, I do understand the power, but have you seen some of these creatures you shall rule over?" "No need, I was going to destroy them once I shoved you down the Devil's Trap." "You do realize that there are consequences if you alter a spell?"

Said D2. “What was that power you were using to make the guy kill himself?” Sekora asked. “It’s called Geoss, it lets me control peoples minds, I inherited it from my father ” Said D2 looking disgusted at these words. “The evil man, right?” asked Sekora. Mmhm.” Said D2 nodding her head. “So, what other powers you got?” asked Sekora, moving her hands as she talked. “I’m a witch, so I can use the other elements just like you and also, just like you, mine needs work.” D2 replied.

I was the one to draw the circle, channel my power, and summon the demon. The piece of chalk in my hand glowed blue. Ordinary chalk, used by students everywhere, yet I put so much of my power inside it that the pentagram flashed with fire as soon as I started to draw it. I'm not sure how to put it; my necromancer's gift, my magic power, and my half-demon nature poured out of my fingers, soaking the chalk, sliding across the lines, which were coming to life right before our very eyes.