Harry Potter Dementor Powers Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He tastes so f*cking addictive, I can do this forever. I release him after a few minutes, leaving him flushed like a red apple. I take a deep breath in, captivated by the way he looks at me, making me want to devour him. He falls onto the duvet and turn away from me, "You kiss like a dementor in Harry Potter." "Is that an insult?" I ask, poking at his sides, he squeals and moves away from me. "No way!" Should put some soothing gel on his neck.

The only thing that could take me out of here is Beta Morgan's arrival. After dressing up, I went to sit at my reading table... Leoric would come in anytime now I knew and I was also waiting for him to come. I picked one of my unfinished novels and started reading. The love story was a very weird but emotional and spiritual one. I usually used it to wear away time whenever I couldn't stop waiting. It was a love story if a beautiful fairy and the weirdest combination ever... Demon! Not just a demon but a demon Lord. She was mated to a demon Lord, he possessed different kind of evil powers, he could enter the body of a living person and controlled that person's behavior, that was how he found

"You were dying, Demetrius! I saw it!" "And who told you I wanted to be saved by you?" I stepped toward her, looming over her. I hated the way she shrank back, but I didn't stop. "Do you have any idea what you've done? You’ve turned me into a debtor. You’ve tied your magic to the crown. You think this is a fairy tale? You think we just ride off into the sunset?" "No, I—" "You’re a child," I spat. "You’re a girl playing with powers she doesn't understand. You talk about love like it's a bandage. It's not. It's a chain. And I will not be chained to a healer from the woods."

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

“We’re not here to fight. She’s here to help.” The demon scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer as his dark eyes flickered with impatience. “Help? Do you think a mere human can be of any help to me? Please, stop this nonsense before I lose my patience.” His voice dripped with disdain, each syllable sharpened by his growing irritation. “Ray, she's an Oneiromancer.” Damien sighed, running a hand through his hair before dropping the revelation like a stone into still water.

He drawled, stepping closer until he was mere inches from me. I glared at him, my heart pounding in fear but my resolve unshaken. I had tried countless times over the past week to use my powers, to create even the smallest spark of hope. But Daimon’s realm suppressed them entirely, leaving me feeling helpless. Daimon leaned in, his lips curling into a sinister grin. "The time has come," He said ominously, his voice low and dripping with menace. My breath caught, eyes widening in alarm. "What are you talking about?" She demanded, stepping back instinctively. Daimon’s eyes flicked to my stomach, and his smile grew even more wicked.

She answered. Dexter sighed in relief. “Alright. I'm ready to give my soul to you. Just give me unmeasurable power so no one would be able to defeat me.” He requested. “With pleasure,” She stood up and started doing some incantations. She made him kneel and started dancing all around him. When she was done, she bent to his level and placed her hand on his chest. Her eyes were closed and as she muttered incoherent words, Dexter felt something leaving his body and all of a sudden, he felt empty. It didn't take five minutes and just like a jolt of electricity, he felt immense power course through his veins.

“You owe me a door.” “I don’t owe you shit,” she sneers. “You stole from me.” “Did you send your little kitten to follow me, witch?” Her answering smile is totally unnerving–delirious, like she’s possessed by a blood-hungry demon of old. I lick my lips, smirking down at her while she tries to catch her breath with me pressing her into the floor. “Why don’t you use your powers on me? I know you have them.” “It wouldn’t be a fair fight.”

Damien replied, his lips smiling hopefully as he went back to workaholic mode. Aurora Collins was not a human, but an enchantress. She had bewitched Damien so badly that if he needed to work, he had to impel her distracting thoughts in the furthest corner of his mind. With a bit of struggle Damien managed to drive her thoughts away and work tirelessly. He attended three meetings online and checked several emails which were important. He was preparing to go on another meeting online when the door of his cabin was set agape and plodded inside a smirking Peter Dursely.

They didn't even react to what I said. I couldn't stand it anymore. I decided to change into the most ugly thing ever. Also, I could use my demon powers fully. Not that I cant use them when I look like a human but changing my look gives me full access to my powers. One of the demons manipulated a chair to hit the other but I caught the chair at once and threw it straight back at him. It managed to knock him down . The other demon was about throwing twelve bottles towards his opponents at once by manipulating the bottles but I stopped him half way and the bottles fell on him. He fell to the ground.