Harry Potter God Slayer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He heard faint voices echoing in his head, and when he came to the end of the hallway, he stopped abruptly and his heart rate sped up. He felt his head ache and his eyes went blurry. What he didn't know was that Sophia had sucked him good, and had turned him to her blood slave, bounded to her to do her every will without query. And she did that because she had the perfect job for him. She had begun her plans to get Tyler. And this was the first step. She would send him to infiltrate his camp and feed her with every information she required. Harry tried to remember the details of the night before, but nothing came up. It was all blank in his head. He saw the injury on his neck, but he didn't

' I screamed and gritted my teeth. "You won't be able to use your powers. Not with silver and wolfsbane in your system. You know, for someone who has heightened senses and an intelligent mind, you sure are stupid and slow to not see this coming. You're too easy." He laughed wickedly at the end. Tears formed in my eyes and I grunted in pain when I moved. I looked up at him. "Why??" I whispered with a weak voice as my vision started to blur. "Wh-why are y-you doing th-this. Harry? Why are you with Dylan? He's a traitor and a bastard!"

Brrrr. By the way, it was his idea to invite you over. Don't forget to say thank you when he arrives. He likes them all at first ... but then he inevitably realizes what kind of dirty whores you are! And then I'll gut them! Harry's voice rose, and Kit shuddered—he was about to attack her! The heart was not beating - it was galloping, beating a crazy drummanbass against the sternum. God help me! Harry noticed her reflex movement and grinned, pleased. Afraid… they are all afraid. HE is the God and the devil here, the judge and the executioner, and when he wants to, he will wrap her guts around a light bulb. Easily. HE can't do that yet.

Mario and Fatima: Friends. End of Flashback… Harry could not explain his sadness. The rain falls hard, and he cries together with the rainfall. Every raindrop is equivalent to his teardrop. He says, “Dear God, help me with this. I don’t want to kill my Mom. I need to make her repent… like what I did before.” A strong wind occurred, and a shadow appeared, and Harry was shocked upon seeing the image of her Mom. Gaymo: Harry, I know that’s you.

Heather had said people didn’t need food or water in there, but maybe that depended on the portal. Christian Henry looked like hell. “Damn,” he muttered as the waves of light behind him dissipated. “I should’ve known it was you. Where the hell’s your dad?” “Dead.” She watched his face for a reaction and saw only a slight bit of surprise and then a trace of a smile.”I’m the boss now. At least… until we find my mom.” “And… how precisely do you think we will manage that?” “I killed Holland, but I know that she hid my mom in that secret layer you guys found, beneath the Blood Moon Portal.”

“This is far beyond anything that words can fix. Do you understand the damage that you have done in seeking to maximize your appearance as hero to the supernatural rather than act like one? This all stems back to the decision by you to let this war happen, rather than to grind it out the moment that it started. And then to stand by whilst the Van Helsings occupied this land, so that when you stepped forth it would be to grand effect. You have sacrificed members of your pack, to whom you owe service, in the pursuit of glory. And now, your followers have destroyed my sibling and their mate in seeking you out.” “Sigrid… Can’t… Breathe,” he gripped at her hand, seeking to drag her thumb back and

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

But I couldn't say that so instead I went, "I am thankful for the opportunity my prince but I would have been even more grateful if I wasn't thrust into a bloodbath Academy where all my enemies would be camped." "I think it's the perfect place for you because no sensible slave would have the temerity to make me do their bidding. And even have the audacity to question me for it. Let me give you advice slave, those wits you think you have you better put them to use. Now get out." He said coldly. I clutched my dress by my side tightly, looking at him. I couldn't believe how quickly he changed. This was the Shadow Prince, the Royal Lycan Prince and I was a fool to let my guard down even for a bi

Right, Back to the human world I go. I sat, staring at her mother sleeping for a little while. So peaceful. No idea that she will never see her lovely little daughter again, No idea that she will never see anyone again. None of her friends, her family, No one. Rising up from my seat, I walked across the bedroom and roughly poked her in the back. Almost instantly, She shot up, rubbing her eyes, Mumbling swearing words under her breath. 'Ginny, What the hell do you think you- AH!' She screamed when she realised I wasn't her daughter and tried to scramble out of bed to run, But I was quicker and Instantly blocked the doorway before she could even get both feet on the ground.

He whispers to me, "I'm just following your lead," I answer in the same tone as him, we are interrupted by the breaking of the glass door, I jump a foot in the air as the man who opened the door for me earlier drops in front of us with a thud, his body is bruised. I peer up at my mate but his glare goes beyond the broken glass and a dozen men appear, hunters, commonly known as slayers.