Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Secretly Trained Himself Novels & Stories

I asked, my thoughts flashing back to the reason that could be behind the sudden change of the school bullied omega. “I trained. Trained and then trained over and over again” he proudly said with a wide smile. His voice screeched an electrifying sensation through my spine. Wondering how much he would have trained himself to be that strong. Just for how long had he been training in secret without anyone knowing? “For how long?” My voice was barely above my breath. “Five months now,” he replied. My lips went into the air, forming a wide ‘o’ “Wow” “Rigorously” he added, adding depth that it wasn't some miracle.

He wondered if Harry had some kind of supernatural ability or if there was another explanation for the strange occurrence. Harry sighed in frustration and tried to suppress the pain. He covered one eye with his hand and then opened it again. Instantly, one of Harry's eyes glowed with a fiery yellow hue. He groaned and struck the restroom mirror, causing it to crack. Arlo was startled by the noise and made a sound, alerting Harry to the fact that he was not alone in the restroom. Harry turned and moved closer to Arlo, intending to investigate the source of the noise. However, Arlo reacted much quicker and without making a sound. He swiftly moved to another location just as Harry checked where

"So where did you learn it?" "The kissing of the fighting?" I ask in a sultry tone running my hands up his chest and wrapping around his neck so that our chests are flush against each other. He swallows. I love that I have this effect on him. "The fighting," he breathes out, trying to stay focused. "I'm self taught" I respond sounding bored. "You're strong, I respect that. You can be stronger though. I know your secret." He says casually, waiting for my response. "What secret" I ask with a shock, trying to sound confident and keep my tone neutral but I know he can see me quivering. Most humans fear the supernatural enough to kill them.

Or was Harry the dominant personality, hiding DK’s true self? I buried my face in my hands, frustration mounting. "Ahhh! This is driving me crazy!"

Eve’s POV I had taken it upon myself to train and keep training until I was too confident in my skill to be bothered by any sudden ambush but I was going to train on my own and no one was going to know about it, secrecy had become a second nature to me, the pack had taught me that much without even meaning to, that was certainly the funniest part of my reality.

I saw those who blocked us earlier lying on the road, struggling to stand, while Jake was coming back inside the car. "Let's go," he said calmly. I looked at him as if I saw a ghost. I wanted to ask how he defeated the opponents earlier, but my tongue seemed to retract. "I am training by myself. You know I am wolfless, so I need to learn self-defense and combat," he suddenly said. I just nodded at what he said, but I felt something was wrong. Does he have a secret that he is not telling and showing us?

He went down screaming, the silver burning through his clothes and into his skin. I had trained for this. Three months of brutal instruction under Scarlett's watchful eye. Three months of learning to summon fire from my fingertips, to channel the ancient energy that flowed through my blood, to fight like the hybrid I was instead of the human I had pretended to be. But Scarlett wasn't here. I was alone.

The restlessness he was feeling seeped through the marble walls and into my head, louder than the infrequent whispers I still couldn’t make out. I hadn’t realized the war I’d started when I broke that chair and sent Dain falling to the floor. When he said, ‘bring it on,’ he meant it. I’d nearly forgotten all about it until I was two hours into training with Apollo, reading an old textbook on various protective spells and charms. Apart from Apollo’s whistling, which had been going on for a solid forty-five minutes, the training room was dead silent. Adley was scribbling notes in an AP calculus book, which was three times thicker than half of the books in this room.

At least, I hope I am. The night passes really quickly, and I'm forced to leave the triplets in the hands of Sandra come morning. I dress up for the day and head around the pack to check on things. I go to the training grounds first to see what's happening. I stopped the premature, brutal training that Harry was having the members of his pack go through. Now, the only things that teens do are just basic combat techniques. Speaking of combat techniques, I wonder where Harry's brother has been all this while.

I crossed my arms and looked at him, completely annoyed. Instead of granting my request, he ignored me and turned the cover. His eyes widened in surprise. "Well, this is a secret, alright. I didn't know you're a Harry Potter fan." Closing the gap between us in two long strides, I grabbed the book from him and stepped away. "You know nothing about me." I quickly opened the book and flipped through the pages, trying to find the page I had been at before the interruption.