Harry Potter Dementor Powers Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She said and she turned around. She had a bowl in her hands. And I could smell blood in that bowl. I gulped hard as I was not sure what she was up to. She was a psychotic bitch who wanted to control the world. "Well, let's say. Perks of being the child of a demon. That too a very powerful demon. I am more powerful than you. I can control you. So you better drop the idea of fooling me and get out. Because I can not let that happen." She said as she knelt down on the ground. She snapped her fingers and within a few seconds, my mouth was opened wide. She started chanting a spell and I could smell the darkness in that spell. She started pouring the blood inside the bowl into my mouth slowly.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

It's our destiny to battled together to protect the only girl we love. I'll do anything to keep Diana by my side. He's gone. How did he do that? What if he possessed the power of a Sacahir demon? The ability to move from one place to another by using his mind. "Fuck! Diana?" I must check her. I swift like a wind and when I open my room, he's inside holding Diana on his arms. "Don't come near us! Let us go! You're a demon, professor Damon!" His dark deep eyes showed with full of grudge.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

I gasped, the words tasting like ash and iron, but my body betrayed me, arching deeper into the toy as the intensity grew. "Say it properly," he insisted, stepping closer. He reached out and tapped the underside of my chin, forcing me to meet his stare. "Tell me you are my possession. Tell me you are nothing more than my slave." "I am your... your possession," I sobbed, the humiliation burning hotter than the friction between my legs. "I am your slave, Draco. Please, just… give it to me." He chuckled, a low, humorless sound that vibrated in my chest. With a flick of his thumb, he slowed the vibrator down to a agonizingly sluggish, pulsed rhythm...

It then turns to leave. "Thanks," I say while picking up the parchment. I read the writings after unfolding it. "Ademon has made a decision to kill you all tomorrow. I am figuring out ways to make him delay the execution of his orders, but there is no assurance that he will believe more of my lies. So I will do my best to grant you the love of my heart. Hopefully you will be powerful enough to fight him when the time comes," the writing reads. We do not have days to grow our powers. We have only several hours. Can our mate have granted us enough affection by then?

“Oh, Dorian. Always so dramatic.” Suddenly and slowly, she lifted her hand. Her fingers moved quickly, like she was drawing invisible symbols in the air. Her lips moved, whispering strange, old words. "Magic....!" Dorian whimper. His eyes widens in shock. Then, he tried to back away—but his legs wouldn’t move. A dark power wrapped around him like chains. Cold. Tight. Crushing. His knees gave out. His vision went blurry. “No…” he gasped. “I won’t… let you…”

She struggled but he tightened his hold on her hand and she moaned in pain again. Damon looked at her furious face. She was red with anger. "I told you, you will regret messing with me... I am going to snatch each and every thing which is dear to you..." He whispered darkly on her lips. "You can never snatch my Dil from me" She challenged. "Snatching is a different thing, you can't even touch her..." He smirked feeling her loud heartbeats against his chest. "What are you even saying, little fire? Your Dil is already under my spell."

Demetria's stomach burned at the sight of them both. Her mind raced with ways to kill them both when she got her powers back. She'd promised herself a long time ago that she wouldn't dabble in dark magic. But with her fingers being sent to another dimension to her fated mate out of rage, she didn't think one spell to obliterate the evil twins would hurt.

I felt my entire universe shudder, completely coming to an end. My legs grew numb and my heart raced really fast. I glared at the door repeatedly as I couldn’t hear anything but my own voices that echoed deep down me. I heard those loud voices that sent down cold shivers over my body and right now, I wanted to disappear into thin air where I would have no worries ever again. “Yes, you can come in, my old Yifa. HAHAHAHA, my rejected mate!!” Dumbledore chuckled. He was making a mockery of me, “what was my offense in this world??”