Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Is Lord Emrys Fanfiction

Ezra said, answering his initial questions. At that moment, Harry took me in his arms, removing me from the truck. I felt how his penetrating sight was on me. He put his lips close to my face, and I had to resist, with all my being, the urge to spit in his face. “I finally have you, Emma. I won’t stop until you give me a son. A son with your powers… A legitimate heir to the throne.” His nose sniffed my neck and then ran his tongue over it. He finished his attack by sucking my neck, hard. He wanted to leave a mark.

He kissed the crown of my blonde hair then pulled me back at arm's length, his hands taking care to remove his hoodie off from me and as his fingers played with the hemline of the sweatpants, those stormy eyes studying each bruise. “Someday that boy will die,” Emrys’ voice was just a tad louder than the running water behind us. “And it will be at my hands,” A promise. A promise I didn’t want, didn’t need, but it wasn’t a promise for me - it was for himself.

Emrys Parker is a freaking Murderer. Determined, I jerked my body to fly away from his entrapment.. But he had his own way as he caged me in his strong iron arms gluing those on either side of me not letting me go away.. He kept his mascular physique in an uncomforatble proximity which was nearly five inches away from my shivering form. But his face was at an inch distance that had my body shivered like a timid rabbit... I gulped with fear as my hot tears started rolling down my cheeks. His eyes shot the pure hatred at me....

The floor vibrated, and the echo of the impact reverberated through the room, silencing Myles, who swallowed his words. "Herbal tea?" Emory leaned forward, then laughed. Her laugh was laced with ironic amusement, devoid of warmth. The only thing left was the chilling threat. "That damn herbal tea contains Auramancy magic," she continued, her voice shaking as she fought to contain the anger that threatened to explode. A flash of fury shone in her eyes as she emphasised each word. "This magic manipulated my thoughts and emotions. It robbed me of my control, leaving it in your hands instead." *

Emrys didn't budge from his place and kept staring into his eyes. “I'm her boyfriend.” I was taken aback by Emrys' words. What is he talking about? “I know you are her so-called fated Mate who didn't accept her when she was just a mere girl. But now when she turns out to be the daughter of Alpha Ezra you divorced your wife to get her back. In your dreams, Man. You can't get her in this lifetime. And I won't let you get close to her in other lives too. A jerk like you, isn't worthy of her love.”

The guards replied and Duncan proceeded in questioning them starting with the girl. “Who are you working for?” Duncan asked the girl sternly but she did not answer. Yet her eyes were firm against him. Duncan could tell she wasn't the easy type. But still, Duncan was the lord of this place and they were going to answer to him no matter what. The boy seemed to realise that and so he spoke instead. “My name is Emryn, and I am a necromancer.” Duncan nodded, urging Emryn to continue. Maybe he wouldn't be so tough on them as long as they spoke the truth. There was nothing Duncan hated more than lies.

she gritted. "Don't give her any ideas, Louis," Emrys chuckled and opened his arms for Diara. My mate smiled and hugged him hard. Their relationship was platonic and nice. Emrys only let her go when I let out a possessive growl. He chuckled, and his shoulders sagged a little with relief as he looked at her. "We're sorry for not finding you," Emrys said. "I understand. Horus is quite the wizard," she said bitterly, glancing back in the direction she had come from. There was nothing there but trees. The cloaking spell he had used was strong if it worked on me, on us. Lycans were a different kind of creature.

"He's home!" She hurried out, her footsteps echoing on the stairs. As she reached the living room, the scene before her stole her breath. Lucas sprawled on the couch, his arm draped around a girl with long, dark hair. They were close, too close, and they were kissing. Ava's smile faltered, a knot tightening in her stomach. It wasn’t just a friendly hug; it was a real, romantic kiss. The portrait slipped from her grasp, landing with a soft thud on the carpet. Lucas and the girl turned, surprise etched on their faces. Lucas's eyes flickered with something unreadable, a flash of guilt, maybe? He then settled on Ava.

She’s fucking human and should be losing lots of blood, and she’s even supposed to be under treatment, so how’s she so fine? “That isn’t Emery. Her love confession isn’t something you and I can forget easily, but she just said she hasn’t confessed her love to us” Darkson pointed out, and it was so true. I could have noticed how her cheeks turned red the moment she glanced at my cock. Emery can never be turned on easily, especially when she’s angry. “An imposter!” I turned around and burst through the door, and almost immediately I saw her transforming back to her actual form, and another figure was beside her.

Final. Aurelia's face lights with understanding. "Of course, of course. Go, go. You mustn’t keep them waiting." She waves us off and turns back to her circle, already laughing at something someone else has said. He steers me away, his hand moving from my wrist to the small of my back. I wait until we are clear of the nearest group before I say anything. “The Ferraris.” “There are no Ferraris.” I glance at him sideways. “You lied to your mother.”