Harry Potter Is Turned Into A Vampire Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“How did you get here? Why did you leave the pack?” “Huh, you wouldn't believe me if I told you.” He said sitting back. “Try me, a vampire told me I’d turn into a hybrid and I believed him.” “He wasn’t lying,” Harvey said. “What?” He chuckled, “you're fine now.” I sighed heavily.

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.

his mind whispered when the smell of the blood was tickling his nostrils. “I need to go, Po...” he stood up as soon as possible, turned around and hunched his head down, his fangs already showed up, and he doesn’t want to Pocco see his vampire form. “Blake, are you alright?” Pocco asked as he noticed him, still standing there, not moving an inch. “Ye-Yeah, Hmmm...” he was stammered and shut his eyes, trying to restrain his desire to suck Pocco’s blood but then he couldn’t fight his vampire anymore and about to turned to face Pocco when he heard someone from somewhere.

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.

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.

If he is truly a vampire, will he perish? Vincent took another book that almost wrote a similar thing about sucking blood creatures like vampires. A person transforms into a vampire within several hours after being bitten. Annoyed and half-angry, Vincent closed the book. “I have to prove that I am not a vampire." Vincent stood up quickly and packed up his books. He walked out of the room to find Zachary. Inside the church, Vincent was stunned, looking at the altar of prayer. In front of him, Zachary was reading gospel verses to some members of the congregation. Vincent slowly crept in among the congregation and listened.

Somehow this seemed to relate to what Alex had read in Damian's book, so no matter where the belief came from, Alex was sure that the drink given to Lucius and his friends was vampire blood. Alex watched as Lucius and his friends began to feel the changes in their bodies. They whimpered in pain, shivered, sweated and bled from their noses and mouths. Their eyes turned fiery red, their teeth grew into long fangs and their skin turned pale like a corpse. They had become vampires. Alex could not bear to see Lucius and his friends suffer. He wanted to help them, but there was nothing he could do. He could only watch from a distance, like a helpless spectator. Alex desperately wanted to know who