Harry Potter Jedi Knight Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Harry's protectiveness hits in and I immediatly smile at his brotherly love. "Don't worry." I say as I walk over to the two man I admire the most. Plus Will of course. "I have him wrapped around my little finger." I say winking at Denjiel as I wrap an arm around Harry. "Do you now?" Denjiel teases. I let go of Harry and step into Denjiel's arms. "Don't I?" I whisper in his ear, nibling on his earlobe. "Definitly." He mutters pressing me as close as he can to his body.

Knight's presence greeted me as I entered, his voice laden with disapproval. "You're wrong for planning to throw that ball, Lucius," he admonished, his tone laced with frustration. "Pretending as if you haven't found your mate already and treating her like she's nothing but a pawn." His words struck a nerve, igniting a spark of defiance within me. "It's not about pretending," I retorted, my voice edged with frustration. "It's about maintaining the stability of the pack." We sparred verbally, each word a jab aimed at the heart of our differences. Knight's loyalty to me was unwavering, yet his unwavering commitment to honor and integrity often clashed with my own decisions.

She jumped in place out of fear, quickly carrying the water, and running to Galadriel's room, who was looking at Harry, who was standing in front of him, with great anger. “And you go to the stable, and clean the war swords.” Harry did not say anything, except that he continued to look at the one who looked at him with contempt, before he also moved away from the place. *Why are you so angry? Our mate is beautiful and anyone in this world desires her* His wolf said very calmly, even though he was burning with the intensity of jealousy he felt at that moment. *Shut up * He said with extreme anger and even more irritation, as he moved to his room, swearing within himself that he would make tha

Her moans and the scenario of her with Niro kept flashing back in his mind. "T-the one with H-heyla..." she tried to speak in the midst of Knight holding her chin. She needed to muster her courage because she knew what Knight was capable of doing to her. Knight raised an eyebrow and immediately let go of her. He chuckled. "You're really going to blame Heyla for your horniness!" he said, but suddenly he had a hunch. His chest suddenly pounded. What if— but his belief that he had been shat on was still prevailing. Meanwhile, Eleanor just bowed her head again, what could she do, in her mind Heyla still weighed more than her and she knew that Knight would side with her.

Jenny POV My heart skipped a beat. For a moment, I didn’t even register what he had just said. “What… how do you know that?” I asked instinctively, my thoughts in complete disarray. “Well,” Knight replied, his tone carrying that casual, infuriating nonchalance only the obscenely wealthy seemed to master, “your husband is fairly clever. He even switched hospitals to do the tissue typing. Unfortunately for him, that hospital also happens to be under my name.”

“Real charming. Punches like a wrecking ball. Still pissed I broke his favorite saber when I was ten.” Lotanni stood nearby, pacing slowly. “She’s fighting her old mentor, right?” I asked. Orin nodded. “Mage with familiar magic. Guy taught half her village. Doesn’t go easy.” Lotanni returned from her latest round not long after, her braid messy, her eyes dark. “Two minutes flat,” she said dully. “No progress.” “Still longer than either of us,” I offered. She didn’t answer. Nyomei had it worse—or stranger.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

My heart raced with anticipation as I walked through the dimly lit halls of Hogwarts. The stones felt cold beneath my feet, but I barely noticed, too consumed by the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Today was the day. Finally, after months of flirting, stolen glances, and lingering touches, Harry and I would be together. I smoothed down my black robes, hoping I looked alluring. Underneath, I wore a lacy red bra and panty set I'd purchased in Diagon Alley, just for this occasion. My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace.

“She has the kindest heart of anyone I’ve ever known. She’s stubborn when it matters, foolish when she loves, and braver than she’ll ever admit. And if anyone deserves joy—true, unshakable joy—it is her.” The courtiers shifted, surprised murmurs weaving between them, but Maddie didn’t care. She never had. Her words still rang in the hall when another voice cut through. Deeper, steady, and familiar. “If the Lady’s closest friend may speak,” A knight said, stepping out from the gathered crowd, “then surely his men may, too.” The room shifted. Courtiers quieted, curious. A cluster of Gideon’s knights emerged from the edge of the hall, their armor polished, their movements sharp even here.

“It's because I can't help it.” A fresh wave of heat starts from my face and settles between my legs. The space between us presses tighter, and I find myself leaning close. Again. A wave of clarity hits me and I back away. Knight does not waste a second closing the distance again. “Knight, what do you think you're doing?” “There's something between us, Jade. You're human, but I know you feel it just as strongly as I do.” He pauses, his eyes roaming down to my lips. “It's making you lose your mind, isn't it?”