Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Is Royalty

It wasn't my first attempt. "Honey," Dad sighs, running his hand through his hair, "Your mate is no ordinary man," "I figured when I was levitating in the air," I mumble "He's royalty, an alpha king," Mom says. My eyes widen. I have heard of the stories of a young lycan king. He's strong and dangerous. He has powers, too, like the rest of the royal family, but his are outlandish. "Oh,"

Doing it this way will ensure its her magic and no other royals magic and that it won't be dark. Royal magic is the hardest magic to tell whos is who's. I could start to replicate an animal and it ends up being a dragon because I tapped into The God of mystical creatures kind of magic instead of The Goddess of Exotic Mystical animals. It's complicated, luckily I kind of know what I'm doing otherwise I would've just went for it and risked it all.

“That would mean you’re ignoring your marriage to the Duke of Naphtonile, which not only makes your family unworthy of being considered pure blood, but also removes you and your descendants from the line of succession.” “Just arrived, and I’m already lecturing royal history and order,” I muttered, distracted by the sweet aroma wafting from the table. ..Is it the bacon? “My marriage doesn’t change the fact that I’m still a hybrid, your father’s sister, your aunt, and a member of the royal family,” she replied grudgingly, sipping her blood tea. Or is it the scent of blood tea that's intoxicating me? Landon scoffed, and that clearly irked her but to my surprise, she held her tongue.

So, I reluctantly handed the task of dealing with Roy over to Harry and walked over to the bar to pour myself a drink straight from the bottle. Harry approached Roy, whose leg had now completely disappeared. Taking up a blade previously used by Peter, Harry aimed directly at Roy's neck, preparing to sever his head without giving him a chance to wait for death. Ethan, as an extra precaution, set up a protective barrier to prevent Roy from escaping, though the likelihood of that happening was slim to none at this point because Roy had exhausted all his strength enduring the pain caused by the magic potion, and now he lay helpless, allowing Harry to proceed with the execution.

Karina inquired. Harry smiled and suddenly held Karina's hand, "I just wanted to make sure you're doing well. Especially the child of the Alpha King," Harry said casually, his voice almost sounding hypnotic to Karina. Karina's gaze immediately felt empty as she looked at Harry, who still held her hand. Slowly, Harry's eyes turned yellow, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

“I've got more important things to worry about.” He couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his own mouth. Normally, he'd have been able to hide his real feelings a little better. But something about that morning, with the news of his father's surgery, had given him distinct confidence in the face of Magdalena. He wanted to get her riled up. He wanted to make her squirm, like she had been doing to him for years and years. “When you say things like that, you sound more like a commoner than you do royalty,” she said. “You're brash and unrefined. Not fit to be a prince.”

"This involves all of us. I know you want to do this alone but that's not how we do things here." Lily narrowed her eyes and sighed, pulling out the map from her pocket and passing it to Harry. "What's this?" He asked. "It's a map." "Yeah, I've figured that much out myself," Harry muttered. "What for?" Lily glared at her brother. "It's a map that should lead me to the Royals." Harry raised a single eyebrow. "Tell me you're joking?" "I am not." "The Royals? It seems like you are still a kid after all. The Royals don't exist, Lily. They're fiction."

Now he lived in the midst of werewolves, and vampires, and was the son of a King who wanted to have nothing to do with him. And Carpalia was dead, Liam in a coma. Roy couldn’t help feeling he had been selfish to have once wanted his boring life to be filled with so much action and the loss of loved ones was his penance for his sins. “Have you guessed what I am?” Looking back at the shimmering figure in front of him, Roy shook his head. “Will this help?” He waved a hand and a wand appeared between his fingers. Oh. “A faerie,” Roy breathed. “At your service.” He bowed.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

I heard another elder ask, as the murmuring grew louder so Harry could hear them. "No one dares to question his majesty or her highness. Leave now, unless you want to be tortured!" Harry roared at them, and some still stubbornly asked Harry, "But his majesty just told us now that he needs a dragon mate. Is his queen not a dragon too? What's going on in the royal palace?" "Guards!! Get me my iron whip!" Harry roared out, and not one more question was asked. All the elders started running away, knowing that Harry was ruthless. The field became silent as the crowds all went back home.