Harry Potter God Slayer Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

We collapsed onto the bed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs. For the rest of the night and into the early hours of dawn, we explored each other's bodies thoroughly, missionary, doggy style, him tying me to the bed posts and driving into me with abandon. We came again and again until we were too exhausted to move. As the sun began to rise outside, Snape pulled me close and kissed me softly. "This changes nothing," he murmured against my lips. "You're still a Gryffindor brat." "And you're still a Slytherin prick," I teased back with a smile.

I muttered in annoyance. "I'm a higher God and can do anything I want," he exclaimed. I rolled my eyes at his narcissism. "I think your a real prick and murdering bastard," I spat and jumped up onto his back and stabbed the knife into the base of his skull. Twisting it against his bones I heard him groan in pain. Yanking the blade out I started jabbing it into him repeatedly. The anger over Fillan and Lexi's death spurred me on as I went into a frantic spurt of savagery. Each hole I created shined a bright golden light. Lykaios turned himself and with narrowed eyes, I buried the knife to its hilt into his heart and his chest cavity exploded in a burst of golden light. Breathing heavily I sat

“Trust me, Alex isn’t bad, and enough of the Slytherin bashing. Plus, you’re the one wearing the skin of the humans’ belief in the good mage.” Siobhanny covered her face with her hands and burst into sobs. “How could I’ve been so wrong, prejudiced, fill in your own boring blank?” She peeked up through her — crocodile — tears, and I crossed my arms. “It’s almost like sorcereses haven’t been waging war with mages for centuries or being attacked by wolves.” I snorted. “When were you attacked by a wolve?” Harry’s robes bled into a scarlet hood, when a wicker basket now swung over a slender arm. I gaped at the butthole LLRH, as she slyly studied me back.

He then smiled at her and said, "I've already released them. Now, remove the malevolent seed from my body!" Willow's sharp gaze fell on Damian like a knife. She stared at him for a long time and suddenly said, "Did you do something to Harry as a backup plan or something?" Damian's eyebrows shot up. He looked at Willow in surprise and nodded, saying, "You're smart!" Harry nearly cried when he heard that. He had only just begun relaxing a while earlier, but now, he tensed up almost immediately once more. What the actual fuck, Damian Luther? How could he just drag him down into the mud every time? How dare he use him as a backup plan?"

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

What a cruel joke that twins would be destined to save the world. Liam launched toward the twins first. He did not aim to rescue them, not with the black chains lashing around his wrists and the venom flooding his veins. The slayer within him surged to the surface, uncoiling with a speed and clarity that was almost beautiful—if anything forged for murder could be called beautiful. He reached Bella in three steps, tackling her and shielding her from the next blast of the shadow dragon’s wrath. The impact tore open his own wound again, flooding the floor with blood, but he didn’t flinch, his eyes fixed on his target: the Queen, who had not moved from her stone-cold position beside the altar.

“When the Veil falls. When the Forgotten Ones rise. And when the world needs a ruler who is neither human… nor cursed… but something in between.” He stepped closer. “Aria is not your enemy,She is your last hope to awaken the queen as well.” “And you?” she whispered. “What are you?” Harry smiled—sadly, almost kindly. “I am the shadow that prepares the throne.” Then he turned, vanishing into the dark. The headmistress sat alone, the chalice almost slipped from her hands. And for the first time, she wondered—who was she really fighting for? For three days nobody saw or heard from Harry.

Harry unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He stepped closer. “Trust me, Ivy. We don’t need the healer or the antidote. This way, we’ll even have our own pup… You’ll have to be my mate then, won’t you?” He reached out and lifted my chin. “Even in this life, you can never escape me. You’ll always be mine, Ivy.” As my consciousness faded, it hit me. Harry had come back from past, too.

He calmly said like I was talking to someone with no emotions. "What? I am fighting for that girl...I mean...what if...just what if your friend finds out? You were meant to take care of her not fuck her" I announced on top of my lungs and Harry leans back to his chair. He looked like someone in his savage era totally looking at me like I have lost it. "I intend to make her mine..." He hadn't complete his statement when my hand pushed the cabbage in my hand inside his mouth. "You're a Pedophile"

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”