Harry Potter God Of Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Her shadows were now advancing towards Harry, his heart clench as he almost lost that control that was on the verge of plummeting. "I can sense your warmth, little wolf! Oh... So, the healer and your friend had made sure that you are not alone in this fight I see..." she brazenly declared and trailed off, "...how touching, you are indeed special to that Moon Goddess descendant, all the more impressive, I could curse her too and seize her fire. I will make sure that you will be a trap in this cavern forever." her cold menacing voice murmured with her eyes blazing with hatred. "...just like I trap the soul of the old man and the souls of your parents." "No! I won't let that happen you whore!"

“That bastard held me in his trap for long enough to analyze my magic. Trust me when I tell you that my interference will backfire and make your mate’s situation worse.” My shoulders sagged. Ophois had a point. Some curses started off innocuous and became more powerful and malevolent as they fed on the magic of those who tried to break it. Hades had to know we would go to Fenrir or Ophois for help, two wolf gods he had previously imprisoned and had the opportunity to study. Ophois rubbed the scruff of his neck, his snout wrinkling with a grimace. “If you want, I can open up a doorway, so you can consult directly with his healer.”

She leaned down. “I…didn’t.” Theo choked as our hands tightened. “Do you know the difference between the magic that I gifted and the magic I have?” He stared up at us, and then I felt his head shake slightly. “Their magic is watered down, and is completely reliant on their strength. But mine…” She grinned as she tightened her hand more. We watched his face turn purple. “My magic is divine.” She released his throat, and he bent at the waist, coughing. Hecate lifted our finger and pointed at Theo. Carna spo kera speta tru. If you ever get strong enough to use it, this spell will give you everything you need. Hecate’s voice whispered in my mind. Tell no one else. It would burn them out, and the

She stormed out, leaving me alone with a really very angry god. He pulled his pants up and I got a view of his curly pubic hair-- should he have that since he was a god? "What the fuck do you want? Who do you think you are to ruin my lunch?" he growled and his eyes blazed in fury. "You have a lot of nerves-" "Undo it," I was scared shitless but being turned on right now wasn't helping. Even more reasons why I needed his spell gone. "What?" "The spell or whatever it is," I whispered, clenching my fists as waves of shocks hit me rolling down south as all the blood rushed there. "Undo it. I took down the article so undo what you put inside me or I swear I'll put it right back.”

His magic flowed around hom in an unholy aura. “You believe yourself to be a God-Killer, Isak Emma? What were they but vain creatures locked into this world? What were they but things your human mind cannot comprehend?” He lifted up his arms. “I am a god.” Laughing. He blinked again at Fenrys, the Witch powers gathering within his veins, readying for the first and likely final strike they’d be able to land, Lorcan’s power rallying beside theirs.

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 gleamed with the appetite of a predator, but not just any prey would suffice. He wanted Hailey. I felt the pull of his magic as he spoke, his voice a distorted hymn of ancient power. Shadows twisted at his feet, crawling up his form, merging with his flesh until his outline pulsed with dark energy. He was no longer just a King—he was becoming something else, something worse. A god of the damned. The air vibrated as his ritual grew stronger, as magic hunted Hailey through the invisible currents that linked destinies. I saw her sleeping form twitch, her breath catch as if she sensed it, as if something dark was reaching out for her, calling her name.

Draco said cheerfully. I immediately felt like passing out. I really wanted to pass out. “Go drink some water quickly” i said to Draco who looked at me inquisitively. Dread filled me as i stared into Draco's eyes. He did the manipulation spell. A manipulation spell could be done by any gods with energy- All it required was an imagination and a calm mind. If a god imagined a tray of good food in front of him, he would definitely have it. But the question was.. Where did the food come from?

So, yes, she can be proud of her dear husband. My father and Matteo go closer to that hideous man. My father speaks, "So, here I am. I am listening. What do you have for me?" That man disagrees by nodding his head. "No! You have something for me, and that is the gem. The Heart of Magic, and I want it now! No more bullshits!" "Not again this nonsense." My father wrinkles his forehead in despair and tired by repeatedly listening for that damn stupid gem. "I have explained to you thousands of times I do not know where it is. I have never seen it in my life. I do not even know how it looks like.

All day it was misfortune for him, and when he thought goddess of luck has smile upon him it turn out it fucking useless old book. still, Theo clutch his heart and started reading the old book, thinking that what surprise he might get after all it was freaking diary of an cultivator. He doesn't know how powerful was that cultivator. Theo started reading the book again, after reading for sometime there was frustrated look in Theo face, anybody who read the book will understand Theo frustration. "fuck", Theo cursed out loud and talk himself," who in the fuck do the same thing for over a week, slightly increasing the number of swinging for over a years, fuck this shit" ,as Theo throw the book d