Harry Potter God Of Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Lord Khyronis Pov It’s pathetic. Me…a legendary God, thrown down to this filthy earth. Mortals… weaklings I could crush in a heartbeat. Yet here I am, trapped in a human body, my divine power sealed. “Hey, what did you say you were?” The fool dares ask again, for the fifth time, after striking me with his dirty hands. If only I had my true power, he would already be ash. Just then, the mortal walked to the sealed door and opened it.

Except for the wipe of the towel as Ferrari cleans Declan’s middle. Godfather pulls out his phone, turns away from his bloodied son. “Harry just dug his own grave.” He issues quiet orders into the phone, then pockets it. “Release him,” Godfather says to Nephilim, gesturing at Dakor’s chains. Nephilim’s eyes widen. “Il—” “I said release him.” The patriarch's voice is final. “Dakor, you’re going to fix this mess. Find Harry. Make him talk. And if he’s working for Mad-Bishop…” He doesn’t finish it. He doesn’t need to.

He raises a hand, reaching to cup my cheek, but one of Jesse’s shadows whips out and the God gasps as his wrist is yanked down. “And you in particular,” the God purrs, leaning closer to me after sending a dark glare Jesse’s way, “are so like your grandmother – the woman she was tens of thousands of years ago – when we first began our reign. So fiery. So…delicious.” He smirks as his eyes drop to my body, as I feel again the perverse lick of his tongue up my neck, my cheek. I slap my hand to my cheek, trying to wipe the sensation away – but of course I can’t. He’s using his magic, even though it feels…so real, so vivid.

The freezing, biting wind of the high peaks rushed in, carrying the faint, metallic scent of snow and ancient magic. Standing on the platform, waiting for the train, was Elias. The forty-two-year-old sovereign wore no armor. He wore the simple gray wool of his office, the silver band blazing around his forehead. He looked at the locomotive, his golden eyes finding mine through the open door. "Welcome home, Grandmaster," Elias transmitted, his psychic voice carrying the heavy, unyielding weight of the mountain itself. "Let us finish the Forge."

, Lily said solemnly amidst tears streaming down her face. "No, it isn't. It's what the world is. You felt like you stopped evil when we killed him? Look around you, look at the world and look at how people that have evolved are being treated by the people in power. They are subject to painful experiments that will leave them traumatized. If he had assumed the position of a god, made everyone practice magic and use their abilities freely, do you think this would be happening? He never created this institution for it to be hidden among thick trees and protected by magic. He created it so we could breed gods of magic and extraordinary abilities but you hide these gods and prevent them from rea

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.

"We don't expect anything from a chair right? Once we start expecting something.... it's no longer God, but a superstition. You should also become a chair to anyone in need. That's how you can really become like God." At long last, I lost the will to deal with him. This kid really didn't understand what was wrong. My fingertips chilled. The aftermath of using magic was nothing compared to it. I could feel a terrible sensation covering my body and devouring it. It was not a feeling that could be expressed simply as anger or sadness. "You're truly an interesting person." He tilted his head to his side, leaning forward a little to show his interest. That's it? I spoke until my mouth hurt but hi

Flora grumbled. “Nobody thinks that, Flora.” Kent laughed, turning the pages of that book that had clearly once been someone’s diary “Of course, some sorcerers may have become a little arrogant, but that doesn’t change the fact that these books have helped many magic users understand themselves better. And, if we’re really dealing with a sorcerer capable of making a pact with spirits of the abyss, then we need all the magic we can get.” He shook his head before smiling at me “Tell me, Holly, do you know the story of how the Goddess spread her magic across the land?”

I jumped to the level of the god just for myself to get punched back down. I could hear the concrete falling and the feet of the god matching towards me. I felt his heavy extremities, like the hoof of a horse on my neck. I managed to tilt my neck over to Maria, having an eye contact with her was enough until I saw what she was trying to do. She was trying to harness to power of "Gesture Magic." The most destructive of all magic and not just that, failure to get the right spell on time will eat the practitioner from the inside.

I walk into the house and lean on the kitchen counter. Kyra shuts the door and comes to stand in front of me. I run my hand over my face as I try to arrange my thoughts of today. "What?" I question if I heard her right. "A book was written by the creator?" I repeat in shock. "The book contains a spell to trap a god in his or her respective realm for all of eternity." The door bursts open getting our attention and our heads snap up.