Harry Potter Dementor Powers Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He picked the pen from the nightstand and began to draw little cartoons on her bandage before signing his name and smiling. "You know, I always had power, but this... this is something else. I can see time. Can you believe that? It's like a giant shifting Rubix cube." Damien smiled. "Well, I have things to do. I have no doubt you'll be crawling back to me soon enough. Maybe I'll let you bear my offspring. You will be the most hated woman on the face of the Earth." With that horrifying threat, he got up. Belle could feel the dread creeping in with every step he took away from her.

' I screamed and gritted my teeth. "You won't be able to use your powers. Not with silver and wolfsbane in your system. You know, for someone who has heightened senses and an intelligent mind, you sure are stupid and slow to not see this coming. You're too easy." He laughed wickedly at the end. Tears formed in my eyes and I grunted in pain when I moved. I looked up at him. "Why??" I whispered with a weak voice as my vision started to blur. "Wh-why are y-you doing th-this. Harry? Why are you with Dylan? He's a traitor and a bastard!"

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. ~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince. •• Noor sat besides her father, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady beeping of the monitors, a background noise that seemed to dull the white noise within her head.

Page by page, spell by spell, searching for a way to pull him from that place. That’s when I found it: “The Redemptive Forgetting.” A spell that erased all memories of the caster from the target’s mind. The price was high—the caster would lose part of their own essence, their ability to love deeply. But Dorian would live. He would forget. He would be free. “I’ll free you,” I promised the black candle I lit. “Even if it destroys me.” I prepared the circle of salt on my bedroom floor, furniture pushed to the walls, opening up space. Just candles, the voodoo doll, and Agnes’s diary at the center.

He looked like the devil. “Alexa, you provoked me; don't blame me for being impolite!” He growled, his voice hoarse and somewhat restrained. I am doomed. What courage possessed me to mess with this demon in front of me? He crashed his lips onto mine again, making me taste his blood. I felt dizzy and lightheaded; the Morgan in front of me is not the Morgan I know.

She flinched at my words and swallowed, coming closer, pushing her boobs almost to my face and I stared at her without flinching. “Try harder, I won't fuck you witch!” “Ugh! Why are you all so stiff?” She groaned and pulled her hair. “Try Draven, he's the most soft hardened person I know.” “I'll rather die!” She shrieked in horror and I turned to leave. “Wait! I can make Vladimir lose his powers in a blink and for a moment. That way, he won't have to seduce or have the time to think about your mate because he'll be so occupied.”

By the looks of it , she was not even using a bra. I let out a low growl from my chest. She looked absolutely delicious. Her creamy legs were thick - just the way I liked it and I could not wait till I was between them. Just thinking about it made me hard . Maybe we can have some fun... My demon speaks up in my mind. I rolled my eyes at him. He appeared one day after my change , and now he seems to have a say in everything I do. I truly hate him , for he is the one who tells me to drink blood by murdering those girls.

Her shadows were now advancing towards Harry, his heart clench as he almost lost that control that was on the verge of plummeting. "I can sense your warmth, little wolf! Oh... So, the healer and your friend had made sure that you are not alone in this fight I see..." she brazenly declared and trailed off, "...how touching, you are indeed special to that Moon Goddess descendant, all the more impressive, I could curse her too and seize her fire. I will make sure that you will be a trap in this cavern forever." her cold menacing voice murmured with her eyes blazing with hatred. "...just like I trap the soul of the old man and the souls of your parents." "No! I won't let that happen you whore!"

“I will do anything in my power to kill, maim, or inconvenience the bastard who ruined my life and reduced my children to infants.” “Okay…” My gaze wandered over a sleeping pair of twins, who looked a little smaller than the red-haired girl Demeter was carrying. There was a long story behind this scenario that might have given me a better understanding of Hades and perhaps why he looked so young, but I was more concerned about how the Hellfire pack would be faring under torture. “If you’re too squeamish to utilize the magic of faeries, then you must dig out the font of magic beneath my patio,” Demeter said with a sniff.

“But if I’ve learned one thing, it’s that when a true oppressor gains enough power, nothing but death can stop him.” His statement was clear, and Dinora raised her eyebrows. “Do you think you have the power to take on Hall?” she asked with a tone of irony. “Hall has more power than you can imagine.” “Not enough, because he didn’t achieve his goal; he had to flee,” I said immediately. “We’re not fools; we know what he’s after by stealing energy and living magic, as well as stealing old magic to manipulate it. Naturally, he can’t withstand those magical changes; his body isn’t designed for that. That’s why he has his trusted dark sorcerer to help him with all of it.”