Harry Potter Is A Vampire Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She opened the gate quickly and let them both in. "Do you know why the moon isn't red?" Harry asked, pointing to the dark sky, "because we aren't vampires!" He announced cheerfully. A person could get drunk from perceiving the amount of alcohol his every breath carried. Maria pushed and pulled till they were finally inside. Harry fell to the couch, his face buried in a pillow. For a brief second, Maria could have sworn he passed out, till she heard whimpering sounds coming from him. Was he- was he crying?!

"And, you can't be like her." "Why?" "She's a vampire." "What?" Mrs Heirden faints in her husband's arms upon hearing the revelation, while Mario swallows hard. "She's so unique." Mario states awkwardly. "But, she is too good to be a vampire. I thought they were ruthless creatures, according to the books. But she… she seems kind to me." Morgan shuts Mario a look with a face saying 'you're a fool', and stands up. "Pa, let's take mom inside. And, you two are beaten so badly. You must recuperate."

I went over to the desk in my room and started writing, ‘Hey Mom, it’s been a while. I found out a lot over this last week; first, Nick is trying really hard to get me to like him, it’s sweet. Second, he took me to the house of the witches and I discovered that Nicholas is my mate.’ I wipe some of my tears away, ‘A vampire is my mate. How could the Moon Goddess pair me with a vampire? I don’t know what to do, Mom. What about children? Would they be hybrids? I feel like I should tell him but I don’t know if I want to be with him; maybe I should reject him, at least then I’d be free to find someone that I could truly love. I wish you were here to help me, Mom, I need your advice; I don’t have

They’d shared a look, one so fraught with emotion that I’d had to turn away. Nobody had spoken since. The last words I’d said to Harper rattled around my skull, spiteful and damning, the anger behind them as cutting as a blade. It was no wonder he’d hardly looked my way since my Dads had arrived. The silence roared in my ears, louder and louder, a spinning crescendo with no end. Until – “So, are either of you going to tell me what happened?” I drummed my fingernails on my tense thigh. “Harper turned up at Ella’s with a vampire this morning.” I shot him a cursory glance before I continued. “The same vampire that carved me up last night. He didn’t know.”

I know I have my mother to fight with me and I also know who I am now and how my decision matters. "As my daughter, you know you have a responsibility to fulfill for this pack, Hermione! This is the only way for us to end our conflict with their pack and avoid the war that might kill hundreds of werewolves in ours! You have to do as I say whether you like it or not! That's an order." He walked away, leaving me those words that just made me loath him more.

"She's pregnant, Harry." Harry went still. His face was blank. Indianna could tell he was having an internal battle. His eyes were changing from black to normal colour. "Are you sure?" "Yes," Indianna whispered. "Harry-" "Respectfully, Indie, fuck off," Harry growled. "Because I'm going to punch something and I would not like it to be you." "Harry-" "I will hurt you if you don't leave!" Harry shouted. His eyes were fully black. His wolf was taking over. "Indianna, get out of my sight. Now!"

It was an exquisite torment, a dance of surrender and yearning. The vampire's fangs, unveiled like secrets shared between lovers, gently pierced her supple flesh. A sigh, laden with pleasure rather than pain, escaped Amira's lips, as if embracing a hidden union that bridged the realms of darkness and desire. It was a union forged in the alchemy of their souls. With each languid pull, the vampire savored the intoxicating elixir that flowed forth, mingling his immortal essence with her vibrant life force. The exchange was not solely sustenance but an enchanting pas de deux, a symphony of passion interwoven within their intertwined destinies.

Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to force herself into Federico's home. But Federico does not nod or even look grateful at Alessia. In fact, his brow is beginning to droop low—almost as if he is displeased. "Hailey is my possession. You are not break what is mine," Federico replies. Alessia laughs without any joy. "You can find another servant to replace her. She isn't worth keeping when she's already so defective." Then Federico does the unimaginable. He walks up to Hailey and grabs her by the wrist. The poor, idiot girl startles, but Federico has supernatural strength—one of the perks of being

He looked like a predator, and I felt like his willing prey. Just as his face descended, and I closed my eyes in anticipation of his kiss— The door burst open. “The water is drawn, and the sun is—” Helen stopped mid-sentence. She stood in the doorway with her usual blank expression, holding a fresh pile of linens. I looked at Alistair, and to my absolute shock, the Vampire Lord was turning bright red. He scrambled off me so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet. He stood by the bed, clearing his throat loudly and smoothing his tunic with shaking hands.

Victor says acidly, “Coming from you.” Harry sighs. “First, I don’t have a mate unless you count Edward. Second, I’ve evolved.” Victor steps into the circle, rolling up his sleeves, ready to right an imagined slight. “Fight me, old man.” Harry takes a deep breath, eyes turning liquid black. For a moment, Victor swears he can smell a hint of the Alpha’s old scent, impossible as that may be, of ink and fear. The Cold Wolf steps inside the ring, claws shooting out.