Harry Potter Fanfiction Vampire Harry Novels & Stories

The vampire stepped back the moment Perth’s voice sliced through the hallway. He dipped his head slightly, shoulders tight, the blood on his chin catching the dim light as he murmured, “Sire.” Perth’s footsteps echoed closer. His tone was sharper this time, clipped and irritated. “What is going on here?” The vampire finally straightened his spine a little, though his head remained bowed. “I was just asking if he had seen my companion.” Perth turned to me. His eyes were unreadable. “Have you seen his companion?”

“But I guess we can try to get to know each other a little better-” Before I could finish, he yanked me into his arms. My eyes widened and my face grew hot. I let out a small whimper, which made him loosen his arms around me and I pulled slightly away to look at him. His normally cheerful hazel eyes had changed their color to a darker shade. I gulped. “I said t-try knowing each other first!” I cried out in alarm. My hands flew to his chest to push him away but it was futile. Damn pureblooded vampires!

And for about an hour, I was moving around, squirming, losing my self-control until I slowly weakened, and the last thing I saw was Dan covering my body with the towel, smiling at me, and kissing my forehead. "You're now a pureblood vampire," he whispered to me, which made me smile. After all the pain I felt, I thought I would die. I thought it was the end of my life due to that painful and burning sensation I felt after tasting his blood. But thankfully, Danrious was here with me. If he weren't there, I wouldn't be able to endure it. So, with the remaining strength I had, I hugged him and whispered. "I love you, Dan," he smiled at me and kissed my forehead again. TO BE CONTINUED

I faked carrying the vampire's baby to fool the revenants. To make sure my "baby" stayed healthy, I took over the cooking for the last two days—only using stuff the vampire stocked in the fridge. No Revenant Grandpa's mystery meals. To really sell it, I started crashing in the vampire's bed. He laid there stiff like a board, too nervous to even breathe. I was just plotting how to tease this flustered golden retriever when a small pouty face popped out from under the blanket.

Behind them, Guy began to yell. “Excuse me for one moment.” Unlike Meguitte, Harry had been turned with all the benefits of vampirism, and covered the distance with ease, knocking the gun from one soldier’s hands, before turning the other man into a tight embrace, back to chest, and pulling the trigger. The gunfire barked out its vicious tat-tat-tat, and blood sprayed out over the pavement and the greenery of the native-inspired landscaping before the soldier collapsed onto the ground. Harry drank from the second soldier, tearing out the human’s throat and dumping the bodies into a neat pile.

"Creepy, but okay. But seriously, those guys are creepy. Why do they keep staring at us as if-" "They're vampires." My eyes widen as I looked at him in shock but a grin growing on his lips upon noticing my petrified state. "What do you mean-" "I really wanna kiss you right now." "Alex, I am serious, we're getting out." I started tugging his hand and stood up when Alex didn't budge. I walked towards the door and froze when the guys started getting up, their eyes growing a shade darker as they huddled around me. One of them stepped forward and I flinched when I noticed his hands reaching out to my cheeks. I took a step back and bumped against something hard . I glanced up to look at Alex, who

I didn’t want to be anything that would not be accepted because that would mean that I have to break up with Bernardo and that’s not something I ever want to consider. “Harry is a vampire,” Sophie revealed. My eyes widened in shock. Vampire? How? That can’t be it. Why would I feel a connection with a vampire when I wasn’t one? Sophie had to be mistaken or Harry wasn’t my brother after all.

Just as I ran toward the door, my bare foot snagged on a piece of glass on the ground and blood spattered around me. I yelled out in pain, nearly falling to the floor. My foot throbbed from the cut, and I heard the vampire gasping. When I turned back, I saw the hunger in his eyes. He opened his mouth, revealing fangs, and his breathing grew immensely. Dark swirls covered his face, and his eyes were black like the night sky. He lunged toward me in a quick motion. I managed to grab the door and pull myself out of the room, slamming the door shut just as he reached me. He ran into the door, but it snapped off its hinges as he did so.

I know I have my mother to fight with me and I also know who I am now and how my decision matters. "As my daughter, you know you have a responsibility to fulfill for this pack, Hermione! This is the only way for us to end our conflict with their pack and avoid the war that might kill hundreds of werewolves in ours! You have to do as I say whether you like it or not! That's an order." He walked away, leaving me those words that just made me loath him more.

“They don’t always bite. Sometimes they touch. Sometimes they make you beg.” “They get stronger the more you want them. If they feed too much, it can change you.” Her throat went dry. She scrolled down to the comments. It was a storm of sarcasm and mockery: “Is this Twilight fanfic?” “Girl, get off Tumblr.” “Anything for likes these days, smh.” “Vampires feed on sexual desire? Tell him to come suck me dry 😏 lol” “Another delusional weirdo.” “You really need therapy, not a blog.”