Harry Potter Grim Novels & Stories

But was it the happy ever after for the royal kingdom and people of Hamster? The dead body of Otaku was found by some Aghoris who passed by the way. They were experts in practice of black magic and sorcery. With their evil powers they brought Otaku alive. For the wickedness he nurtured in his body and blood, Otaku became a master in Tantrism. He is now no more a human who has life principled to birth and death but a vampire, a sex hungry beast and a lust filled addict who had mastered on sorcery.

"Goodbye, brother." He walked out of the room and headed to Pristine's room. Pristine Grace was the only one who had all the information about vampires and humans. She was a well-known informant in the vampire world. "Seeing the sulking look on your face, I assume you are here for more details on the potion," Pristine said, noticing Alexander standing at the corner of her room. He rolled his eyes, not bothering to answer her. Pristine handed a folder to Alexander, which he took within a second. He opened the file and saw a picture of a beautiful and simple girl. The thing which intrigued Alexander was her stormy grey eyes, which told a story he couldn't comprehend.

The cold seemed to come from everywhere. “Was it her?”Polly asked.”The woman in the portrait,the one I showed you?” “No,”Ginny said,obviously fighting back the hot tears stinging at her eyes.”It was someone else.Something else.Something dark and evil.After I was dressed,I sat in front of the mirror,to put my lipstick on and I saw her in it,she came out of the wall,filthy and haggard..she smiled..her teeth were rotten and she pointed her finger towards me…I was so frightened Polly,there were shadows all around her.She was evil.Whatever is in this house is evil…pure evil!”

Galadriel felt afraid and tried to go to her, but that energy pushed him away until he collided with the wall behind him. Then Grace disappeared from the place, and appeared in Harry's room, who was standing in front of the mirror, preparing himself for the banquet, and screamed in horror as he said: "What the hell is going on here?"

POV: Elara The laptop screen flickered, a notification popping up from a hidden server. Subject: Contract 001 - The Grave. Status: Active. I closed my eyes for a moment, the oxygen hissing in my ears. The first phase was done. I had put Roman into a corner, exactly where I wanted him. "You're crying," Silas said. I hadn't realized he’d moved. He was standing right over me now, looking down at the red-stained cloth in my hand. "It’s just... the air," I lied. "It’s too clean up here."

The group of men filter behind the grizzly bear in front of us. Gee-gee lets out an over exaggerated laugh. “Oh, I’M SORRY, I must be misunderstanding you. Did you just call your FUTURE QUEEN a mud-blood?” Before he can respond she continues. “What is this? Fucking Harry Potter?” The man sniffs his nose before spitting on the ground in front of me. “She’s no future Queen of mine.” The men behind him yell out their agreement. I take a step closer to the man and give him a sinister smile. “What is your name, sir?” I bat my eyes at him.

He shook his head no. "I have seen him with a woman for the first time." "If he remains like this, he would be on the front page of the playboy magazine." Harry said and they both nodded in approval. "Dude, just look at him. Just how temptingly he spoke his words... I guess we have to change his name from Grim Reaper to Absolute Charmer." Harry mumbled the last part to himself. "What?" John asked. "What? Nothing. Let's go." They walked after them.

" he screamed, his voice raw with emotion. "Why did you bring up our family in front of Mr. Grimwald? He's the CEO of a massive corporation in Astergrad, you little shit. He offers contracts worth 42 million dollars like candy. Do you know what you did today? Do you know how much you have ruined our family?" The room fell silent. Harry widened his eyes in helpless fear. "Oh God. I didn't know. I didn't know at all. I'm sorry, Mr. Grimwald. I won't ever do this again. I swear. Please forgive me!" he chanted, shaking.

No normal could see them, for they are wrapped with incantations from their best wizards. Burning out from his curiosity, he leaned and started to speak. "Hey you, normal! Can you see me?"

“Sorry, but I'm having trouble believing a talking skull has good intentions.” The air became cold as ice. He turned on his heels, cloak whirling furiously. “Talking skull? Oh, that,” he chuckled, drawing his hood back slightly and bringing his face into the light. The grinning skull shook with laughter. “Do I scare you, Callie Parker? Because underneath that pretty flesh, you're just like me.” He drew closer. “Do you know what the word grimnir means, Callie?” he asked, drawing his fingers across his stony brow. “Like grim? Yeah. Creepy. Like you.”