Harry Potter God Slayer Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Harry says. "It is not good enough for me! I want you to convince him! If he does not marry me in three days, you will die. I will keep this spell on you until Xavier is my husband," I say. I let go of him, and I kicked away his knife. I kept my grip on him until we left the house to return to the club. I walk in front of Harry. It does not look too good. I know it is because of the pain of the spell. However, the next moment, I fell to the ground. I feel the burning of the knife in my back.

Erik let go of the blade, the students and staff watched as the sword was dropping to the ground, but as suddenly as it appeared, it disappeared in thin air before hitting the ground. "And fourth, we have Slytherin. Salazar had one male heir, that he disowned just years after he finished his magic education, and quoting the man, himself, 'the little bastard is a power hungry bigot of a disappointment', and so, is his last will, he reaffirmed the disown of his son, and left all his possessions to his goddaughter, Susan Sally Ravenclaw, his only true heir. Any other that claims that is a liar." That seemed to agitate some older students from Slytherins. One of them even yelled.

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.

~sigh Atlas replied, "You know, If I hadn't pulled your hand away at the last second, you would have been brain dead by now. Just stay away from that thing, you idiot. If you touch it one more time, even I wouldn't be able to save you." "What are you talking about? Are you saying this freaking boulder can kill me if I touch it again? Can you even hear yourself?" "Kid, your arrogance is preposterous, isn't it? You think you are so tough that you can handle the residual killing intent of a god slayer?" "Eh! Wait… what? hold on! " Creed jerked his head back, "What slayer?" "Ah jeez… you seriously have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"

Blades of shadow and silver clashed against God’s golden aura, sparks flying with each strike. The sky cracked violently above them. Pieces of Heaven’s fractured architecture fell like molten rain, striking the battlefield below. Yet Lily and Luke moved as one, synchronized in thought and action, Luca’s energy guiding them, amplifying their strength. God’s expression darkened to rage. “You think love can defeat me?” he growled. “You are mistaken, girl. You are nothing without my power!”

Harry suddenly asked, laughing as he stood up, spreading his arms widely with a shit-eating grin, “Congrats, man! It's a match made in heaven!” “You mean hell,” Sean snapped, worriedly glancing where Alastor's mate is last spotted, looking like he expected her to pop back into existence. Alastor wished she did. “I'm so proud of you, buddy!” Harry was saying, slapping him on the back, “Come on, man, give big old, Uncle Harry a hug–OUCH!” “You fucking idiot!” Sean yelled, snatching his hand away after slapping Harry across the head, “Don't you recognize the way she fought?”

I gasped, the words tasting like ash and iron, but my body betrayed me, arching deeper into the toy as the intensity grew. "Say it properly," he insisted, stepping closer. He reached out and tapped the underside of my chin, forcing me to meet his stare. "Tell me you are my possession. Tell me you are nothing more than my slave." "I am your... your possession," I sobbed, the humiliation burning hotter than the friction between my legs. "I am your slave, Draco. Please, just… give it to me." He chuckled, a low, humorless sound that vibrated in my chest. With a flick of his thumb, he slowed the vibrator down to a agonizingly sluggish, pulsed rhythm...

Alice swayed her beautiful tail before she turned her back on me. 'I wasn't allowed to interact with you as long as you didn't reach the standards of your strength. The moon goddess criticized me because she wants you to learn more without me. She wants you to have the courage to fight back without the help of your wolf. She doesn't want you to lose hope if you can't talk to me.'

I watch my friend who did not let go of Dalton's hand, the boys left us alone to say goodbye, although we look 18 years old, now we are of age so we both decided to live our lives with them, far from here for a while. —Will you call me? —Of course I will. —I hug her one last time. —I'll miss you. —So will I. Best of luck with the news, hopefully she'll be as excited as I am. —Believe me she won't expect it, but we are hybrids so we can get pregnant. I watch my vampire conversing with his brother, he looks at me and smiles making me relive the day he made me his slave, I was anxious but I know this baby growing inside me... it's the beginning of our love story, one that started with me being

I feel its claws inside my ribs, dragging across my soul, furious and desperate. You dare claim what is mine? Its voice is a hurricane in my skull. My body arches in agony. My wolf tries to rise, tries to fight—but the god has its jaws locked on us both. Lyra’s hands slam onto my chest, power surging through her palms and into me. Silver heat burns through my veins, pushing back the shadow. But the god digs deeper. You open the door, boy, it snarls. You begged. You offered. You let me in. She is mine because of you.