Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Is Turned Into A Vampire Fanfiction

I thought about ten days of sitting across from him at dinner while the unbinding worked through my blood, while he talked about where we might go after the ceremony, what the first week after the Turning would feel like. He had been so present in those ten days. So careful. So completely unaware. That was the thing I kept coming back to. Not Isabeau. Not the three years of manufactured distance. None of it would have worked if he had simply been paying attention. She hadn't created the distance between us. She had only filled it. — The river moved past, slow and grey and constant. I stopped at a railing and stood there for a while. Somewhere in New York, an eight-hundred-year-old vampire wa

A chilling shiver went up her back. Her heartbeat accelerated thumping like a war drum in her temples as it traveled down her spine. She whirled around again looking from one suspicious shadow to another and around the alley. nothing. Nothing at all. However the instinct that had prompted her to accelerate her pace a few minutes before was now yelling in the back of her mind alerting her to the fact that she was not alone. She called her voice more firm than she had imagined Whos there?. Even from a drunk or a thief she nearly hoped for a response—something concrete to face. However the wind was the only one to respond a high-pitched whistle that seemed to mock her boldness. Her cotton glove

Of course he wouldn’t have no choice but to spill it to me. “Witches?” He chuckled. “Yes. The witches.” “I have no business with those beings.” He has no business with the witches? “The beautiful beings I remeber bringing me back to my feet, breathing like you, is the vampires.” The what?! I widened my eyes in shock. “The vampires?” “I was given the permission to turn you into one of them.”

"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!"

"You-You need to run! That's a wizard, Nat- the wizard." She finally seemed to realize that there was someone close behind her and she whirled around to face him again. He knew the picture he made standing there over her. Vampire Prince eyes glowing through the smoke and twisted black metal armor covering much of his body. His crowned helmet sported horns that curled up and back making him appear taller and infinitely more terrifying. He didn't really need armor, but he wore it anyway for occasions such as this. He enjoyed the way her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow past her own fear. She held up her trembling blade against him and his head tilted as he smiled down at her.

She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire. Thank you so much, Lord! Thank you for making my wish come true! I didn't expect wishes to be granted so quickly and expressly. Anyway, thank you very much! Cyrille was overjoyed with the Lord's grace. She returned her gaze to the man lying in front of her, but she was struck by a mischievous feeling. "How come his face looks so familiar to me?” As she continued to stare at the man, an odd feeling returned to her mind.

A sinister grin spread across his face, his teeth stained red with blood. "You too shall join me, Lord Viggo," Gandalf's voice echoed from within Harry's body. But in a sudden twist, a stabbing pain shot through him. Viggo's eyes widened in shock as he looked down to see Scarlett, her eyes glazed over with the influence of the lycan, having plunged a weapon into him. His grip on the knife faltered, and the world around him seemed to blur as he staggered back. Scarlett snapped out of her lycan induced trance, horror evident in her expression as she realized what she had done. Her eyes widened as she looked at the blood-soaked knife in her hand and then to the collapsing figure of Viggo before

She sounded older and very unlike herself and Hadassah knew she was dealing with something deeper than she thought. The vampire guy was swiftly in front of her. He looked into her eyes, his own eyes glowing red and whispered, “sleep” in a trance-like voice and she found herself succumbing to his voice as her brain began to shut down and her eyes grew so drowsy, she could not keep them open even if she struggled to. ***************

"You seem to be knowledgeable about things. For a normal human to calmly confront a vampire like this, you must be someone who has a collection of journals in her room to secretly learn about non-human creatures. And you must have already encountered one in the past that triggered your crazy obsession." Her forehead creased. "How did you know that?" "It was a guess." She was surprised. He wasn't only sharp but he could see through people without a sweat. "So it's really true? That you are a vampire?" Without him answering her verbally, he looked at him and his eyes that were sea-green turned to bright red. "A pureblooded vampire," she blurted. She had read that the pureblooded vampires had t

Behind them, Guy began to yell. “Excuse me for one moment.” Unlike Meguitte, Harry had been turned with all the benefits of vampirism, and covered the distance with ease, knocking the gun from one soldier’s hands, before turning the other man into a tight embrace, back to chest, and pulling the trigger. The gunfire barked out its vicious tat-tat-tat, and blood sprayed out over the pavement and the greenery of the native-inspired landscaping before the soldier collapsed onto the ground. Harry drank from the second soldier, tearing out the human’s throat and dumping the bodies into a neat pile.