Harry Potter Is Henrik Mikaelson Reincarnated Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You’ll do.” I held the perfume bottle up, giving a squirt in the males face. “Here, guinea pig. I hope the Crone isn’t like her sister.” The male coughed, falling to the ground. Amelia went to rush forward, but Stephen stopped her. I crouched down and looked at the male. His head finally raised, and his eyes were clear. He looked lost, confused, and terrified. “What…what happened?” he blinked. “You were under an evil witch’s spell. We gave you the cure thanks to your Gamma heir Amelia.” I explained, gesturing to Amelia.

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.”

And without the family's affection, Susie dispensed with her disguises too. Suddenly, she was no longer that sweet, delicate princess—she was hysterical and ranting every day about how her parents were now stubborn and at Harry for exposing her, making her lose everything. It was another episode with each passing day, with broken furniture and insults slung even at Wanda. Harry also changed after learning about the real reason Susie died in his last life—he locked himself in his room, drinking in silence. Mick was utterly bewildered, but he couldn't do anything about his own son.

“S-sorcery? Like Merlin or, um, Harry Potter?” “Harry who?” She shook her head. “Certainly like Merlin, or Solomon. If you are taught well your power could be considerable. I can help there, but you really need to practice in the real world. Magic is very easy here, where reality can be easily manipulated.” She waved a hand at the scenery and the room changed from Egyptian bedroom to Medieval torture chamber, complete with the rack that Michael was now lying on. Her own clothes transformed into a leather dominatrix set as he watched, and he was now wearing a small pair of leather shorts. She looked back towards him and they were back in the bedroom overlooking Alexandria. “See? You can't cha

When he fell off the cliff, Hazel and his beta and gamma were the ones who found him, he was covered with blood and his face was damaged, with every bone on his body broken, they all thought he was going to die, but the found out the next morning that all the wounds heal on their own but he didn't wake up. For a month, he had slept, he was like a sleeping prince and with each day passing his handsomeness became more, he didn't wake up fast because Hazel had erased his memory with magic, Hazel is a witch, her mother is a witch, even though their pack forbids that, his father the greedy alpha that wanted power married her mother, he sacrifices her mother for his daughter to have her power as w

I couldn’t keep the shock from my voice. “It is and it’s nice to meet you, Cleo.” Henrik once again offered me his hand. Taking his hand, he shook it. “The daughter of Hades ay.” “That’s what they say. I have to ask; how do you know I’m innocent?” “Because young lady I spelled the candle lit area. If you had indeed participated in the death of my good friend, then you would have been obliterated.” My eyes widened at his words. “Good thing you didn’t though aye.” He laughed as he patted me on the shoulder. Clicking his fingers, the candles disappeared.