Harry Potter God Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

If only she had knew Steph made him that way. Bethel raked a trembling hand through his hair as they kissed. It was a slow, deep kiss. "Who took care of Angel?" She asked, speaking against his lips. "My Mom" Harry replied, capturing her lips with a fierce passion. Bethel slowly unlocked from the kiss, "I'm sorry but I think Steph should be handed over to the police. She is evil" "You just found out she's evil?" Harry curved out a smile, "all women are evil. If a woman have a man on her timetable, only God can deliver such man".

’ He thought hysterically and brushed his hands through his hair in frustration. "Alexa, let me ask you a question: have you ever felt anything for me before? Do you even feel anything towards me? Has this always been a game to you? Tell me!” He snarled, his voice filled with desperation. He looked at Alexa with a piercing gaze as if he wanted to uncover all her secrets. He couldn't help but remember what he had seen in her diary; maybe he was just a challenge she wanted to conquer.

The young masters starring from outside the training group were excited. “Too bad we are so far away. We can’t even see the God of War’s face,” one of them said with a sigh. Harry then revealed a binoculars in his hand. “Hehe, I am well-prepared! With this, I can even see how many moles the God of War has!” “Great one, Harry! You’re really smart! Let us have a look later!” “Don’t worry. We can take turns.” Sky, Rose, and Landon were further away from them but they saw Harry with the binoculars.

Harry says, and I can see where this is going. Everyone in the courtyard can see where it's going. "What should their punishment be?" Harry asks me, and I see his eyes glint in excitement. He looks pleased by the situation. Like it's all amusing to him. Harry has become a sadistic psycho. Oh my goodness, he's crazy. He's absolutely lost his mind. Harry trails over to me, leaving only a few inches between us. I can feel his hot breath fan my face, and my breathing gets harsher.

"This can't be happening to me, I'm rejecting the man who hasn't left my heart." "Wow... Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!" We startle at the sound of a distant voice that gets louder and louder, "I'm sorry, but your screams aren't helping much," he applauds and Harry desperately pulls up his pants, "Buddy, if I didn't like women, I'd tell you I love you, so we can be manly husbands." "What the fuck are you doing!" Harry gets upset after seeing Harper's bionic eyes looking at my body and at Harry's at the same time.

I go out into the hall, looking for the stairs, going downstairs to the kitchen, I open the fridge, pulling out a package of hot dogs and begin to eat them whole two by two. I need a hotdog overdose, NOW. — Don’t hate me, precious. - He whispers behind me. — I don't. - I reply in a growl. — I can hear your thoughts, mikrí mou magissa. You can't lie to me. Even that. Even his sweet words in Greek were also a lie.

I told her, making her close her eyes. I walked toward her, making her open her eyes and cupped her face as I looked deep into those beautiful hazel eyes. “No one is touching my angel. No one. Not even your father.” I told her, making her frown. “I don’t want a friendship like yours to—” She was trying to tell me, but I placed my thumb on her lips. “He brought this upon himself. He can’t just force you into marriage like a fūcking caveman.” I said.

He covered his ears as the sound of tearing flesh punctuated the air, joined by the shrill, agonised scream. "Not even worth consuming," Babi snorted, casting the torn limb from him into the bins. "The blood is putrid." He hauled himself atop the weeping form, Aiden's breath heaving painfully and slapped him sharply. "Cease your whining! The flow will stop and your leg will not trouble you! Perhaps now you will trust the gifts bestowed upon you more!" "Perhaps..." Kyle repeated dully as he watched the crimson flow begin to thicken. The power radiating from the God was enough to freeze the sun itself and choke the strongest man. "Or maybe we never learn."

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."