Harry Potter Fanfiction Vampire Novels & Stories

The murmurs in the hall grew louder, whispers spreading through the air like smoke. “A human actually has a blood-bound partner?” “Absurd.” “She’s lying. Humans lie when they’re desperate.” “Trying to provoke Lord Tom. What a desperate gamble.” Tom’s gaze was fixed on me, cold and disbelieving. “Rowling,” he said slowly, as if savoring a bitter name. “Do you really think fabricating a fantasy will sway me?” His gaze swept over me with undisguised contempt.

Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to force herself into Federico's home. But Federico does not nod or even look grateful at Alessia. In fact, his brow is beginning to droop low—almost as if he is displeased. "Hailey is my possession. You are not break what is mine," Federico replies. Alessia laughs without any joy. "You can find another servant to replace her. She isn't worth keeping when she's already so defective." Then Federico does the unimaginable. He walks up to Hailey and grabs her by the wrist. The poor, idiot girl startles, but Federico has supernatural strength—one of the perks of being

" I opened my mouth, but no words came. She was right, I was a low-ranking omega with no wolf. Of course, the second in command of the Bloodfang pack would never want me. What was I even thinking last night? I tried to step around her, but she blocked my path. I heard Harry’s door open behind me, and before I could turn I felt his hands on my waist as he whirled me around and his lips claimed mine in a searing kiss. Then he pulled away, wrapping his arms around me in a protective way. “You do not have any right to talk to her that way” he said, his palms digging into my waist. Violet's face went ashen. "You’re so pathetic, Harry. Of course, you would go for the lowest rank of she-wolves sinc

What is he going to do to me? He pulls something else out from the box, a small stamp with the letter M on one side. He presses it against his chest, and I'm almost positive i can see it heating up. I've heard about Nati vampires having special powers, but I've never seen if for myself before. Fire. His power is fire. Oh, fuck, he isn’t going to brand me, is he?! I try to pull my arm away from him, but he holds onto me tightly, his eyes never leaving my own.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

If he is truly a vampire, will he perish? Vincent took another book that almost wrote a similar thing about sucking blood creatures like vampires. A person transforms into a vampire within several hours after being bitten. Annoyed and half-angry, Vincent closed the book. “I have to prove that I am not a vampire." Vincent stood up quickly and packed up his books. He walked out of the room to find Zachary. Inside the church, Vincent was stunned, looking at the altar of prayer. In front of him, Zachary was reading gospel verses to some members of the congregation. Vincent slowly crept in among the congregation and listened.

It was an exquisite torment, a dance of surrender and yearning. The vampire's fangs, unveiled like secrets shared between lovers, gently pierced her supple flesh. A sigh, laden with pleasure rather than pain, escaped Amira's lips, as if embracing a hidden union that bridged the realms of darkness and desire. It was a union forged in the alchemy of their souls. With each languid pull, the vampire savored the intoxicating elixir that flowed forth, mingling his immortal essence with her vibrant life force. The exchange was not solely sustenance but an enchanting pas de deux, a symphony of passion interwoven within their intertwined destinies.

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

Using his speed, he closed the distance between him and the vampire and grabbed the Vampire by his neck, slamming him on the dumpster behind him. As Lumiére slammed the Vampire onto the dumpster, a loud clang echoed through the silent street. The Vampire struggled to free himself, but Lumiére had a tight grip on his neck, refusing to let go. The Vampire's eyes glowed red with fury as he hissed at Lumiére, attempting to bite him with his sharp fangs. Lumiére's strength was too much for the Vampire to handle. With a quick twist of his wrist, Lumiére snapped the Vampire's neck, causing it to go limp in his hand. The lifeless body of the Vampire fell to the ground with a thud.