Romans & histoires Harry Potter Has Special Powers Fanfiction

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Their hands were placed on their chest, still thinking back to how Alex violently killed everyone. The final skill that he performed, the furnace of forbidden spells, was mind-boggling. None of them had ever heard of this power. They were simply confused with the entire situation. In the end, they all turned to look at Hermione. “Is he really your master’s husband? As in that goddess’ husband?” “Who is he then? Is he really some superhuman from ancient times?” Hermione waved both her hands. “Don’t ask me. I can’t tell you anything. I can only say that the sect master’s daughter of the Sun Shrine gave Sir ten billion spiritual stones.”

my mom whispered, sharing a look with Harlow’s mom, who shook her head slightly. “Yes,” I replied, walking out the door, not bothering to check if the boys were following. The three of us broke into a run until we hit the next town, then we slowed as we walked to the restaurant where Harlow’s boyfriend worked. “Do you two have powers?” I blurted out. “Not active powers.” Callan said. “We can do spells, but active powers are only passed down the female line like you and Harlow.” “There’s a prophecy.” Brett said quietly, eyeing me.

I had prepared everything even the meals which were properly made and arranged orderly in case for those people who loved food like me. It was awhile after the party that it registered she was no longer in the room. I didn't waste time as I used my powers to reach her room faster. I had many powers for a vampire. Though being a member of the royalty made me more powerful. I am capable of teleporting though many people claim that it needs magic to happen but I could do it well. They call me a wizard and whatever but I don't really care. This is one of my specialty among other abilities.

He leaned down to my height, and I stepped closer, telling him everything we were planning to do. "So the fairy is going to somehow channel all of the sorceress's magical powers to you, meaning that you will become a sorceress yourself?" He asked me after I had finished. I nodded. "And nothing bad will happen... She will only perish?" I nodded, looking away from him. "That's... That's a brilliant idea. That way everyone will see that you really are meant to be my queen." He said. "We will produce the most powerful breed to ever walk on this earth. One more powerful than the wolf-vampire hybrids."

I shook my head, running my fingers through my hair. “No,” I told them with certainty. “It wasn’t my family and we already ruled Katrina out. It’s someone else. Maybe someone from the Capitol, but not my family. All I know is that Carol is more special than any of us could possibly comprehend, and I think that might be why there’s a target on her back.” They all looked at me, confused. “What are you talking about?” Her father asked, cocking his head to the side. “She has powers,” I blurted. “Magical powers. I’ve known it for a while from some of the stuff she’s able to do. Like get people to tell the truth and stand up for her, people who wouldn’t normally do that like my mother.”

“But if I’ve learned one thing, it’s that when a true oppressor gains enough power, nothing but death can stop him.” His statement was clear, and Dinora raised her eyebrows. “Do you think you have the power to take on Hall?” she asked with a tone of irony. “Hall has more power than you can imagine.” “Not enough, because he didn’t achieve his goal; he had to flee,” I said immediately. “We’re not fools; we know what he’s after by stealing energy and living magic, as well as stealing old magic to manipulate it. Naturally, he can’t withstand those magical changes; his body isn’t designed for that. That’s why he has his trusted dark sorcerer to help him with all of it.”

My secret was about to come out. I HAVE SPECIAL POWERS. I HAVE HAD THEM SINCE I WAS A YOUNG GIRL. I CAN SEE THINGS THAT OTHER PEOPLE CAN'T SEE. I CAN FEEL THINGS THAT OTHERS CAN'T FEEL. I DIDN'T KNOW WHY UNTIL I STARTED HAVING VISIONS ABOUT A CHAPEL, THAT WAS THE DAY YOU GUYS SAW ME AT THE CHAPEL, I FELT PULLED TOWARDS IT. Neal read the words, his anger slowly fading into curiosity. "Oh shit I knew something was wrong that day and so what kind of powers?" he asked, his voice less angry now. "What do you mean you can see things others can't? What things?"

He came in with a girl from the ceremony, but noting I looked better, he raised a brow and said, "Here I thought you were dying but I see you've been busy." As I was about to reply the girl he brought curtsied. She looked naive, "My Prince I heard you needed some help relaxing before the big ceremony and I came here to ease that." I was about to send her out when I felt a death glare being burned behind me. I couldn't help but smirk, my mate was feisty. "Thank you but I've gotten what I need," I say watching how disappointment shone in her eyes. As she turned to leave, I willed her to stay then I bound her to my will, using compulsion a gift-like curse from my shadow side, "Go now and forget

“I’m just an ordinary person. There’s nothing special about me.” The witch leaned forward, her gaze piercing into Darius’s soul. “Oh, but you are far from ordinary, my dear Darius. You are a descendant of a long line of witches and warlocks, blessed with ancient magic that has been dormant within you. The power you possess is immense, and it has attracted my attention.”