Harry Potter Is Turned Into A Vampire Fanfiction Novels & Stories

None of them were giving me the answers I needed. Well, I guess the answers that I wanted. What I wanted was a do-able answer for me. An answer that would let me keep Khloe with me forever, but I haven't been getting a whole lot of ways for that to happen. I looked into any history of a human being turned into a vampire, but there were only two records of that happening. And both happened by the human receiving the blood of a High Lord. From the High Lord himself. Which seemed easy enough, but I don't know any Lord that would be anywhere near willing to do that.

When I was calm he begin to speak "I met him 200 years back when he was very young, we used to be good friends and he was quite caring and loving. As there are good witches and wizards and bad witches and wizards the same way we have good vampires and bad vampires. I was a human back then, a doctor so I never knew that he was a wizard. One day we went fishing and there were vampires who wanted to rule but they did not have any leader. They randomly killed families in the evening but we used to think it was all a made up story to scare people so everyone gets home on time. We went to his house late that night and the lights were out and silence spread all across the place. We went inside qui

Harry wasn’t exactly human. When they got serious, Harry revealed his secret to Mom. Somehow, he didn’t pick up on the fact Mom sucks eggs at keeping secrets. Not even five minutes passed before she told me. Luckily for Harry, I can keep secrets. You see, Harry’s a werewolf. I know what you’re thinking — run, this guy is totally crazy! That’s exactly what I told Mom, so she convinced Harry to do the change into a wolf thing in front of me.

The Priestess announced and people came out in an orderly manner to drop a flower. The Elders and the council members did theirs including Harry. At the end, I was the last person to pay Father respect. When I looked at his face, I didn't imagine it would still be the same. He still looks fresh and I wonder what kind of spell Vladimir cast on him just because he wanted everyone to see what he did to Father. He is a werewolf so how come he is capable of this? I shook the thought away and brought out the lily flower. It was the flower mum loved when she was alive.

She reluctantly sat there, looking at the Goddess in front of her. "Give me your hand," Hecate offered, showing the girl her upturned palm. She placed hers in it, a little surprised at the coldness meeting her skin. "You are grieving. Your heart has been broken by the vampire," the Goddess' voice sounded ominous and powerful, suddenly coming from all around her. Diana's breath hitched in her throat. The Goddess wrapped her hand around hers, her sharp and black nails quickly sinking into Diana's skin like tiny blades, drawing blood. Diana let out a pained mewl, eyes widening with alarm.

I reached out again instinctively, but she stepped away, rejecting me completely. That rejection tore through my feral side, and in that moment of weakness, my vampire side took control. “Wait,” I said, my voice shifting, smoothing into something darker. “I can end this right now.” Harley froze, sensing the change. “I’ll mark you.” I spoke quietly. “Tonight! No more fear, no more aging, and no more separation.” Her gaze lifted slowly and widened as she finally noticed the change in me. My eyes had turned crimson, my skin felt colder, my aura heavier, and shadows clung unnaturally to my form.

Selene helped me scramble to my feet, her arms still holding onto me. Harry grabbed the doorknob and pushed through it. “No! "Wait, he’s not himself!” I shouted, trying to stop him. “I know,” Harry said over his shoulder, “That’s why I have to go in.” “What did you do to him?” Violet screamed, advancing towards me, her eyes filled with accusation. Jones rushed over and held her. The second, the door creaked open. In place of what used to be Morgan was a wolf, as big as a horse.

That’s when I noticed tears shining on Harry’s cheeks, each drop glinting in the light like tiny crystals as they rolled down. “Mum, am I a monster?” he asked, his voice cracking. I frowned, a wave of protectiveness rising in me. “No! Where did you get that idea?” My heart ached at the thought of him feeling this way. “Then why does my finger grow long every time?” He spread his little hands wide, and my stomach sank as I saw blood stains on his palm and shirt. He probably got them from trying to hide the fingers from his friends. He has been experiencing imbalance shifting at just four years old. At barely this age, he was already showing signs of being a werewolf which was a transformation

I didn’t want to be anything that would not be accepted because that would mean that I have to break up with Bernardo and that’s not something I ever want to consider. “Harry is a vampire,” Sophie revealed. My eyes widened in shock. Vampire? How? That can’t be it. Why would I feel a connection with a vampire when I wasn’t one? Sophie had to be mistaken or Harry wasn’t my brother after all.