Harry Potter Fanfiction Harem Multi Novels & Stories

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”

“And now he says I can’t use Charizard unless I bring a sacrifice!” I blinked. “I’m sorry, he did what now?” Arsen was still processing when Jade charged in behind him, dramatically holding up a red crayon like it was the elder wand. His voice was deep, serious, slightly British for some reason. “THE CARDS HAVE SPOKEN.” “We are five seconds from a full cult ritual,” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose. “And I still haven’t had a second coffee.” Then—because apparently the chaos gods weren’t done—Lorelai floated in. I say floated because she wore a sheer purple cape, a tiara perched sideways on her curls, and she was dragging the mop like it was a sacred staff.

Freya Rose I decided against mentioning the creepy guy with the dead flowers. Today was meant to be a celebration day. To be completely honest, I barely believed what I'd just seen myself. I mean, moments before, I had just been fantasizing about a future with Tristan. Us as a family with a bunch of our werewolf pups running around in the woods. Maybe my mind got a bit carried away, and made the whole thing up?

“May I?“ Higan shifted his gaze his back to me, catching my glare. He didn't flinch, and I desperately wanted to show him that he should. “You really thought I'd buy the idea that he was just an Alpha?“ He leaned in to whisper his words in a venomous hush. “He didn’t hide it well, Harlyn. Not after that Christmas party. That show he put on? You think I really wouldn't notice?” My lips parted, but nothing came. A voice in my head overlapped with his rambling. “He'll take him away from us if we don't do something,” My Sorceress pressed in gingerly, like her own anger wasn't boiling my veins. The wind tore hot through the clearing. It stank of silver, blood, and open graves.

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

Helena I freeze as I finally stare at Harry's hand resting on my thigh, trying to process that he really... is touching me. "We need to be responsible for now," Harry says while "paying attention" to the meeting. "We just came out of the war with the Sterling pack. The funds should only be allocated to the things we truly need." "I disagree, Alpha..." As anxiety completely overwhelms me, I watch Harry's hand slide a little higher, getting closer and closer to my pussy, making me tremble.

His crimson eyes burned brighter, and the shadows bent closer, eager to obey. “Soon,” he whispered. “Soon she will be mine.” His lips curved into a wicked smile, and I wasn’t there, I felt the echo of his thoughts. If she dares to doubt, I will bind her. If she dares to resist, I will break her. But she will not leave me. Not alive. And with that, Harry prepared his own trap. Not for Jason. Not for Kael. But for me.

I wasn’t surprised by her choice, I’d even predicted it after how her heartbeat quickened and her arousal drifted in the air when she watched my brothers fuck that woman at the Valentine’s ball. She seemed a bit taken aback that my brothers and I could share one woman and wreck her in such a manner, but it was a norm for us because we’ve always enjoyed sharing. And despite the countless times we’ve shared women, our experiences with Hazel have been the most mind blowing. I didn’t intend for there to be a repeat after that day in the dark where we unraveled her in the nastiest ways we could think of. We went all out because that was supposed to be a one time thing, but I found myself craving

Then my door slid open and the maids troops in with their gazes cast down to the floor, clothes on their arms. This was it. Tonight, I wasn't just going to be the Queen of Eldrador, I'm going to be married to four different men of my choosing. And I hope that I make the right choices.

It sometimes feels like we’ve all known each other for much longer than we really have. “The one and only gorgeous. I assume you are the lovely Megan?” He says with a wink and she giggles. Darrien’s expression is stormy and I can’t help but giggle. “Hey Harry!” I greet him. “Hey Ry!” He imitates my pitch and tone, then immediately drags me out of Bellamy’s arms and into a one armed hug. I laugh and hug him back before stepping away and back to Bellamy’s side. I take his hand and squeeze it to soothe his jealous side and he gives me a half smile. Harry smirks. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He might be interested in someone right now, but he’s still an Incubus and he likes causing trouble.