Harry Potter Has Special Powers Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

My lack of power erased every bit of happiness within me. Every firstborn of the Harper family possessed certain powers like controlling nature and having a melodious voice. The former was at the uppermost part of my mind as I was less concerned about the latter, I was okay with my voice. A prophecy made by a witch that the first daughter of my father would be mated to the most powerful and most ferocious, coupled with the powers that firstborn possessed sent me wild. I love ferocious! I craved powers and more powers! I love dominance!

He said in a serious tone "What special power?" I asked curiously. this was the first time I have heard about special power. "Each angel has a special unique power which distinguishes it from others." "Really? What is yours?" "I can read other's minds". He said "Big deal. I can also read other humans' minds." I said proudly "I mean other magical mind kiddo" I was shocked. So all this while he knew that I am drooling over him. I felt embarrassed and betrayed.

Huffing and dusting her clothes she made to leave but smelt the wizard's blood. 'Was he here?' Her ears sprang up in alert. She sniffed the smell once again and confirmed it was the wizard's. "Hey dumb head." She said walking towards the wizard who had been a great threat to Lucien's fighting skills. "Hey elf," He sniggered. "How do you want your grave to be like?" "I will start with your people." Special said cannily already choking the witches with her eyes. " You're just an elf with no Special powers." He huffed and took a step closer to her.

Uncle Max said. With a little chuckle. I quickly dashed back to my room, hoping that Dad would truly consider it. Because if he does consider it, that means I get to have my powers back - and the best part is that I get to see him… Ray-khan. I've heard so much about the star student from Vortex's school. He doesn't just have special abilities, but he can actually cast spells quite like I used to.

“That’s so cool. You are so cool.” I told her. I meant it. Finding out that I have a sister as cool as Helen, the older sister of the Lovie twins was super cool and it also made me jealous. “If I am cool then you are way cooler. Harry said you are a healer. That’s such a grand ability that I wish I had too. Sadly, all I got is the inability to stay in the sun for long and the ability to become an animal.” She let out. She was familiarly speaking to me, like we have known each other for a long time and surprisingly, it felt that way.

David was a wizard and had the power of telekinesis Alisa has the power of power replication Jason was also a wizard and had the power of hypnosis Laura was a witch Daniel was a wizard too and also had the power of force shields Mary could camouflage herself Anthony was also a hybrid but of a wizard and a centaur Sarah had the power of night vision John was a wizard and could generate poison Jennifer could communicate with animals Eric was also a wizard and could fly Linda was an angel, and had all the angelic powers And finally, Nana Max who was a witch pureblood, which explains why most of the Maxwell family were either witches or wizards, but most of the grandchildren hadn't yet reached t

Adam asserts. “Oh, so Sam thinks I might be special, so you decided to change your mind?” I ask him sarcastically. So, the thought that they might have a special wolf was causing him to pause. Exactly what my parents warned me about my entire life. People knowing about my healing powers would take advantage. I had tried to be careful, but I could not help myself in helping someone right in front of me, whom I could help.

“You haven’t been cursed against anything. You can read minds, compell, you can live forever if you stay out of harms way and—“ oh God. Stalling I finally grasped what the fuck he was actually talking about. But it cant be. That dumb frail girl can’t be… My words tumbled out in reflex, half explanation, half the kind of denial you tell yourself to keep nightmares small. We practice the small set of powers like liturgies: compulsion, reading, the strengthening of will. We feed off things and we exchange gifts of fear and hunger. The idea that there was something we lacked and had been cursed against felt like a myth you told children to keep them from stealing fruit. I wanted to laugh bitterl

Chapter 21: The cute miniature 'Heather' I wouldn't be lying if I wasn't excited to see his powers. Truthfully, I am amazed as I saw magnificent things such as magic and powers. This only confirmed the fact that I am living inside a novel. He extended his hands and showed me a miniature figure of me. So his powers is making lifelike objects, but does that help him when he's in danger? "Keab, does this power allow you to defend yourself?"