Harry Potter Has Godlike Powers Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The Great Lycan has always been told as a Legend, it first arrived as a child of the first werewolves, and it is said to come in the any sex, it could be male or female. It had the power of a million werewolves combined and immortality but it also had itsweaknesses… “What is it, dad? Tell me, tell me” Lucas pestered and Alpha Reginald laughed, he tapped the young boy on his head and put tucked him in.

"They're going to kill you." "They won't be able to land a finger on me," she said, venom dripping from her words. She dragged at Harlow's thigh. "Now, what we haven't figured out is how these two are capable of Magic. How they're able to control minds, send guards flying through the air, and boil their blood." Her eyes narrowed as she became serious. "That's beyond ordinary, Harlow. That's not safe; it's extremely dangerous. No one- not one creature - should be that powerful."

He yells. “How dare you! Harry is ten times the man you are and I wouldn’t marry you if we were the last two people on earth! Get it through your thick skull. I don’t want you. I don’t care about your family or mine. I don’t want more power, I don’t want to pop out endless little Witch babies for you and there is NOTHING you can do to change my mind. Now get OUT before I am forced to call the authorities!” It takes every bit of power I have not to shove him. Harry delivers the final blow when he pulls me close, leans down and gently presses his lips to mine. I swear I nearly pass out on the spot and I feel a rush of his magic surging through me. He pulls back.

"I… I had headaches during that year. Every time I was around Professor Quirrell, I felt like a nail was burning and trying to bury itself into my head." Larry Potter made a little pause, and continued. "And it was always in the same region, in my scar." He finished saying. Professor McGonagall was looking at him like a doting grandmother that wanted to hug his grandson, but she was holding back. "Yes, your scar. One of my wives, Joan, the black haired lady with armor, due to the inclinations of her magic and blessings, is very sensitive to corrupted and dark forms of energy. And she told me that she had sensed a student with a piece of corrupted magic centered around his head that was tryin

His gene was just too strong as a dark god. Wow. It then dawned on me that a dark god liked me.. wow. How come he was so gentlemanly and could even make the best food? He didn't force me to like him. That was really cool of him. “You're really a dark god?” I smiled while looking at Cameron who stared at me, confused. “What kind of powers do you have asides from teleportation?” “I-i thought you hated talking about that. You said they were scam-” “no no no no no no no you heard wrong,” I interupted Cameron, “I'm interested in your cool powers. Also what sort of powers does Draco have?” I asked walking closer to Cameron who looked startled by my sudden change of character.

Suddenly, he blew some powder in her eyes and she became blind momentarily. Black magic, this was black magic. She fell back, moaning. She was blind, she could not see. She could hear the wizard approaching where she stood, and again she made a second attempt, but he caught her in midair and lifted her from her neck with one hand. Not only did he make her weak, but he had granted himself superhuman abilities. Her whole body was completely off the ground. “You owe me a life, girl,” he told her. She gurgled and fought to suck in some air. She attempted to locate her father, and he was just standing there.

This was my chance to rewrite my destiny and claim Ruth's love for me, forever altering the course of our intertwined lives. The power that I felt reading the spell was immeasurable, as if I had tapped into a limitless source of potential. The words on the page seemed to come alive, resonating with a profound understanding of human nature. I couldn't help but wonder what consequences this newfound power might bring, but the allure of rewriting my fate was too strong to resist.

I genuinely couldn’t be nearly as powerful as she is making me out to be. I have to be dreaming. I pinched myself to make sure and well, the truth ended up slapping me so hard in my face that I was entirely unsure of how to undress it. “So tell me why exactly, he is so interested in this power that I don’t even know I have?” I said, raising my eyebrow. “He wants Aiden’s son to be the most powerful god there is so that no one can go up against him.

With the way his eyes twinkled, she knew that he was here for something else. Despite this, she prepared herself. She warmed her magic, gradually bringing it to the surface. Serah was a hybrid of witch and werewolf lineage. Her maternal grandmother was one of the greatest witches who ever lived in the city. Before she died, her Nana as Serah often called her taught her the art of magic. Serah's paternal grandmother was a full blooded wolf and with the two, Serah was considered one of the most powerful hybrids in the city. This just made Alpha Brian want her all the more.

She added forgetting about herself that she has blonde hair and a combination of red eyes that were just turned ocean-like eyes because of the sealing of her powers. "Oh no! I think they will keep targeting my dear Max because they will think he is the child in the prophecy. Max has red eyes and he is one of the most powerful wizards in the Arryn Kingdom.----- Erella paused for a while and looked at Max and his Shadow Moon Fighters who were hardly fighting the bugbears----- This won't do. I need to protect my dear Max too. But damn this body!" She sighed in frustration. After thinking about the condition of her body, she felt an intense pain in her chest. She suddenly knelt on the ground hol