Harry Potter King Of England Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Ronald said in a tone that was not to be refuted. The words fight came to an abrupt stop bringing an eerie silence. The king cleared his voice and spoke, “What did that girl do that made you suggest she be your next girlfriend? You think I don't know they are only contracted girlfriends who never even complete the period you set for them before disposing of them off? She is only an Earthling! Also I heard she can make you unable to use your magic or powers to full potential. Why are you still hellbent on seeking her like you can’t live without her?” The king asked.

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.

she had informed me with a smile on her face. What was so funny there? If he wanted my forgiveness, he would give me the Blackburn pack, not some common nomad pack! “If you do well there, he’s promised that he’s going to make you the next king,” she held my eyes, her eyes brimming with sincerity. “I promise you that, no matter what, you’re going to be king.” And I had grown up with that thought, I had made the Dust pack the second greatest pack in the seven kingdoms and now that it was time to keep to his words, he had gone ahead to promise the kingdom to Harold, someone whom I was way better and more capable than.

I ran my hand into my hair in frustration. "But mother wasn't..." "Don't even try that Roe." He swiftly interrupted. "I am not just your father, I am King Steven of England and you know better than to question my decision. I've given you too much leniency and it's all because of your mother. America's ideas are now running through your senses. Well, I'm kicking out that idea right away. Prepare to meet your bride in two days. Make sure to get along with her properly." He deadpanned and I kicked my bed in annoyance.

I frowned, feeling incredibly confused. “No, son. Since you are the only single alpha male in my kingdom at the moment, I want you to make the girl fall in love with you. If that means she falls into your bed …” He dramatically waved his arms about splashing water everywhere. “Then it’s a bonus.” “Your highness! I can’t!” I sighed deeply. I wasn’t even sure how I felt about her! “Yes, you can. A little birdie told me that you two are destined mates. Is that not true?” The king frowned and I nearly had a heart attack! Who told him? Who the hell even knew?!

Chapter 7 Meeting the King "As I hear the news that Kie's father's private jet has landed, my nerves begin to flutter like a bird's wings. I'm upstairs, and after a hot shower, wrapped in a towel, frantically searching for the perfect outfit to meet a king. My closet seems to mock me, offering nothing but dull options. I couldn't bring myself to part with my mom's clothes, still treasured after the funeral. So, I venture into her closet, and my eyes land on a showstopper - a stunning black gown adorned with what appears to be diamonds, designed to accentuate my curves. Next, I tackle my hair, waving my wand in a flurry of motion, trying out different styles before settling on a messy, pulled

Snap out of it, Hazel. Focus. You're angry. You're furious. You're putting him in his place. Not staring at his…royal weapon. I dragged my gaze back up to his face and poured every ounce of ice I had into my voice. “Listen carefully, Mr. King,” I said, slow and clear. “I don’t know what’s going on in that thick skull of yours tonight, but you will never touch me again. Ever.” His eyes flashed. He took one step closer, completely naked, completely shameless. “We have a duty. The kingdom expects an heir—”

he then said. “Well, nothing in this world would have the slightest of your amusement here. So if you’re planning on conquering us, don’t bother.” she said before turning away from him, “you may sit in the bed while I find those harry potter collections of mine.” she said. The king awkwardly settled himself in the bed while waiting. Daeira then came out with stacks of CDs and strange collections of Harry Potter on her arms. “We’ll have this later but first, let see yellow pirate,” she grinned while placing the things on the bed. “Uh, maybe we should change because we both looked grand for a mere moon watching.”

"You're quite a spitfire, Selene! Challenging an Elder? You indeed have royal blood!" "GET OUT!" Morgan screams, pointing at the door. Harry's smile remains plastered as he turns to Heather. "My dear, you are merely an obstacle in the way of their union. They are meant to be. It is inevitable they will fall in love." Harry's words have their intended effect. Heather's face is brimming with tears. Morgan growls, grabbing the Elder. "I said get out! Don't you ever talk to my mate or best friend again!"

“I tried, but believe me, no spell could reach him. His energy is sealed.” He paused, thought about what he was going to say and chose his words carefully “But I managed to reach the prime minister’s son.” The king's eyes widened, and in one moment the owner of the cloak was in his hands strangling him to death, he grabbed his neck until he was about to break it, which made his head cover reveal. " Daimond, you bloody bastard, I told you to kill them." His color turned blue from the severity of his need for air, and he was about to die. The king's looks were angry and indignant at the same time, which made the other say weakly: