Harry Potter God Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

Harry tapped me on the shoulders. At the mention of my mate, a sharp pain tore through my chest, Ragnar growled. My fangs pushed out, unbidden. Rage began to crawl beneath my skin. Harry stepped in, placing a firm hand on my shoulder. “He’s trying to provoke you. Don’t let him.” I didn’t respond. Yet he continued taunting me. “You are a false god, unworthy of what you’ve been given,” he finally concluded, looking up at me with defiance in his eyes.

Simon boasts, slapping his fists on his chest like a gorilla. "It's fucking wrong mate, my girlfriend freaks out if I get too close to it, no way she'd let me stick my finger in it and I wouldn't want to." Harry shakes his head, reaching for his pint, a mischievous little smile crosses his face before he takes a sip. "Ey, but she loves it when I go down on her, tonguing her little clit gets her so wet it's like flying down a slip 'n' slide when I'm pounding into her."

Jake Pov Today's a beautiful day, the birds are singing beautifully and the trees and the flowers are looking fresh and beautiful.... Today I have an important mission, I am bent on making Jenny forget about her worries inculding Dave problems,and Jean and Alice singing and dancing school which they started a week after my parents returned,are you surprised? I know she didn't tell you, she's so forgetful but she never forgets anything to do with her cat. I don't know if it has her in a trance or something bebecause I would love to try it.

Nobody was created or was born naturally crazy. It's just that they created their illusion because of the environment they grew up in and the way people around them brought them up. It's their choice that they decided to act crazy when reality they are not. However, if they want to remain crazy then I will go crazy with them. Coming out of my thoughts I glare at Ambrose. "Then you should have looked for Hailey to take his head. I am Sr. Claire NaronzoThe woman in service of God. Not a mate. Not a creature like you or the bloody Jenna Harrison." I said and straighten my clothes.

I instinctively took a step back when he approached. My gaze went to Harry. All the color drained from his face. " You," the lycan god said. His voice was rich and deep. It made my bones shiver. " You have his scent on you," he growled, glaring at Harry. Harry looked at him carefully, apprehensive. His canines and claws extended and elongated.

His eyes fell on the hand of his soul mate, resting on the arm of another, and a dull growl escaped from his throat. "Bonsoir (Good evening*)?" said Raphaël frowning at this stranger who seemed to want to tear his eyes. "Bonne soaR," replied Harry in a hostile manner. He took another step, closing the gap between them. Harry towered over everyone by a good head and made no effort to show his hatred for this miserable human who dared to touch his soul mate. He had no right to. She was his. She was the Moon Goddess' gift to him after all his years of hardship.

“You did not look this good even when we were at the fest that day.” “I am sure.” I murmured, “your sick brain has gotten infected by your male god, right? And that is aside from your body that you enjoy getting physically tortured by that bastard like a pig.” Harry’s smile faltered but did not fade away completely. He just shrugged his shoulders indifferently and placed his heeled boot on my foot, digging in painfully until tears stung the corner of my eyes and a cry escaped my lips. “You are the one squeaking like a fucking pig all the time and you have the guts to insult me?” he gritted out with the same evil smile.

“...Fuck you, guys,” He chuckled, raising his hands up in surrender again, “Not today.” Sean groaned, running a distressed hand through his hair, looking like he had already envisioned how poorly this will end up. And knowing just how much he likes to over-think, not impossible, “I just know I'm going to regret this... but how on earth do you honestly intend to gather information about a goddess?” “Let’s try Moogle!” Harry cheered, brightly. “...Research? Uh... how about books–?” was Alastor's unsure response, shrinking in further at Sean's unimpressed glare.

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone