Harry Potter King Of England Fanfic Novels & Stories

WILLOW'S POV "Long story short, I'm the king." my eyes grew wide in shock, Jaxon is the king of England, since when? "Pfft.." I broke into a qirky laugh making fun of Jaxon, I laughed so hard my cheeks hurt this is more hilarious than him burning down the kitchen. Jaxon, the king of England? He can't even take care of small responsibilities like cooking and all of a sudden he gets a kingdom? I looked up, he wasn't laughing, his facial expressions didn't give me a lead on what he thought about my little laugh, I don't know if he's upset or he's joking.

Karina inquired. Harry smiled and suddenly held Karina's hand, "I just wanted to make sure you're doing well. Especially the child of the Alpha King," Harry said casually, his voice almost sounding hypnotic to Karina. Karina's gaze immediately felt empty as she looked at Harry, who still held her hand. Slowly, Harry's eyes turned yellow, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

She would see her enchantress there and they would probably fight for dominance. And there is a huge possibility that she will lose because the aim of this is to kill you. The enchantment won't work on king Stefan because of you. But if she is killed in that world, you will surely die, remember your bond is untouched, it can't even be touched, it is too strong. Also, if she dies in that world her bloodline will end with her. The only positive thing from this enchantment is that, it can only work once. But once is good enough to destroy the entire kingdom."

They looked up in unison at Harry’s exclamation. “Yes. Delwyn,” Talen said quietly. “Her hair has grown,” Harry announced. “Most of it at least. It’s an improvement.” “Prince Harithen,” the woman with a half-shaved head covered in tattoos smiled slightly. “It is a pleasure to see you again.” “Prince,” Jules’ eyebrows raised. “Once, long, long ago,” Harry stroked their hand over Jules’ dark hair. “I was meant to be a king.” “We’re looking for August,” Aislen interrupted.

It left me alone with my thoughts, which weren't pleasant. "Damn you, Harry," I cursed under my breath. It was the other king's fault we were in this mess. I wondered if Harry had known what the baby was before giving her to me. No, I decided, he hadn't. Harry was obsessed with Wolf, especially hunting them down and killing them. If he had known that the little girl was one of them, he would have kept her and then forced her to hunt down the others. He would have turned her into a slave.

That's why I can't seem to understand what happened back there in the woods. Why was my Lycan clamoring for her? Why did my heart swell with a crazy urge to protect her? Why do I wanna rip off Elder Hamilton's mouth for suggesting she gets burnt alongside the captured rogues? Like fucking why? “Maverick,” A voice interrupted my thoughts. It was Elder Hamilton. The oldest and only elder in the Kingdom who could address me with my name and not have his neck snapped instantly. “Yes?” I replied gruffly, feeling irked by his very blunt suggestion of having her burnt alongside those vile creatures.

Did not even know what he looked like. I didn't even receive any letter from that man or a text message from him? To the point that I even believed that Mom was only having her delusions that the king wanted me. The Lycan King suddenly snapped his fingers in front of my face. "You're spacing out," he said. "I don't crave a man's touch. Ever." He scoffed. "Whatever you say, Sandra. Deny it all you want. Time is the ultimate truth teller. It's final. You will marry me and do everything. Cooperate. And I will release your ex-boyfriend."

******** He has no idea how long they had been at it but both he and the King had reached their orgasm just once, while their beautiful lovers lay wasted after giving so many times. Anderios noticed the king seem displeased for a while. "What bothers you?" he asked as he climbed over to the huge bed to come to sit beside the king. "I Killed him!" "He would have killed you!" Anderios spoke softly. "He was under a spell!" "It doesn't matter now," Anderios met the king's eyes. "He's dead." his voice held a little edge to it. "But I am not!" he whispered. The King stood up from the bed and stared down at Anderios.

I bow to them. Then suddenly the king is in front of me? Wait? He may not be the first prince referred to by the goddess, is he? "I'm Alessandro Vlademort Domenico ... King of Vlademort." He also kissed my hand. Is that really how they introduce themselves? So he is not the first prince right? Because he is king. But from what I read about stories about princes and kings, the first child will be the king ... So ... "We did not include the first prince because his condition was serious. And you have to come because you are the only one who can help my son." Its a story.

“So, Fred. Would you like me to escort you to the meeting room?” The young wizard King raised a brow at me. “What’s happening? Why are our roles suddenly in reverse?” He was laughing as he said this. “Please don’t tell me I have to wear a dress as well.” He scrunched up his expression a bit to show his distaste at the idea, but he looked like he was considering it as well. “Just imagine...a handsome young king like myself in a jeweled ballgown.” I gasped and immediately slapped myself to destroy the image of Fred wearing a dress in my mind. “Stop putting strange images in my head!!” I gave him a warning look.