Harry Potter Learns Martial Arts Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“What are you saying? Lance glared at Harvey, looking annoyed. “Fine! It’s good that you’re here! “I heard that you only managed to perfect your martial arts by learning the Heaven’s Fist! “Write down everything you know about the mental cultivation technique to us this instance! I’m warning you! We’ll break a damn limb of yours for every word that you write wrong!” Lance had this stuck-up expression when he got someone to bring over a pen and paper. Then, he folded his arms, looking down at Harvey. Naturally, he believed he could easily crush Harvey with his strength. Besides, he was just about to stand with Layton Surrey. Why would he be afraid of Harvey in that case? “The mental cultivati

His wolf was trying to take control, not conceiving of a weak and pathetic female defying him and disrespecting him in front of everyone. In a single movement, Harry attacked me head on. He extended his arm with a closed punch straight into my eyes. But my martial arts training made me extremely agile. I just had to tire him out. Dodge each of his fist and leg blows. Harry was very strong, but slow. So much muscle made him lose speed. He could hear the cries of those who were in favor of their king. Words of encouragement flooded the place, asking him to eliminate the threat forever. His warriors remained on the outskirts of the crowd, watching intently as their alpha and king defended his p

I felt strangely excited about today’s training. I finally held my sword in hand. Facing my today’s opponent, I swung the sword in the air several times to ready my arms. I barely mustered my courage that Harry rushed to disarm me. I was almost taken aback from his move that I jumped back. I focused my mana on the sword, creating blue flames all around the blade. We exchanged many moves before that I threw a kick at him. He jumped back. I bolted from my spot and ran to him, swinging my sword to attack his legs. I thought of tripping him, but he jumped and counter-attacked me by swaying the blade over I had that I successfully blocked.

The tear that had been born in her eyes had just rolled down her cheekbone. Harry had remained unmoved, as he had to fight against himself not to let the thread of his reason break further. "I am hurting you. I have no experience, and I have never had THE famous talk with a family member, nor have I ever felt the need to practice with other partners. All I know is that I am doing it wrong because I can see the pain on..." Harry did not have time to finish his sentence when he found himself forcibly thrown to the side. The chain around his neck was pulled further back, and he watched in amazement as his Mate sat astride him.

Anyone below the rank of a grandmaster was nothing but a cockroach to him, to let an ordinary person, entirely untrained in martial arts. What gave an ordinary woman like Willow the audacity to speak to him, a newly minted grandmaster, like that? The air tensed, and he focused his imposing pressure on her. Her expression stiffened, and she stumbled backward before falling, as if she'd been hit. "Willow!" Peder exclaimed. He quickly set Harry down before helping Willow back onto her feet. "Are you alright?" After wiping the blood from her lips, Willow said with an icy glare, "I'm fine."

I rolled my eyes. The ritual went on, the chanting growing louder and bouncing through the quiet forest. Harry lay still on the wooden planks, and for a moment, nothing happened, he didn't react like he did in the first ritual. Then, his claws suddenly shot out, only to pull back just as fast. I raised an eyebrow. It looked like he’d been practicing, learning to control his shifts. I felt a small spark of pride, though I’d never say it out loud. At least something was going right for once.

As the beat grew louder, a trumpet blasted through the air, signaling the official start of training. Immediately, the pack members paired up, everyone trying to win against their opponent. I watch as their legs and hands moved with their swords swinging, attacking, and defending. I watched with pride, my lips curling into a satisfied smile. Shortly, I took off my long coat and handed it to my cloth bearer, moving towards my fighter who was already waiting for me. I walked toward him, picked up my sword, facing him directly and Without a word, I swung. Harry barely dodged the first strike, but the second one caught him, slicing across his cheek. He winces as blood slips from his face, and I

He himself didn't see it that way but Ravi never ceased to tell him how beautiful he looked in his wolf form. They would fight and tussle during practice. Hari showed Ravi both offensive and defensive moves. He taught him how to scent someone or something that was even miles away. He taught him how to perk up his ears and listen to conversations hundreds of meters way. He also taught him how to heal himself if and when he got hurt. All this they did within the limited time they had and what Hari noticed was that Ravi was a quick learner and he was better than him. For instance, if Ravi got a scratch, he would get healed in a matter of seconds. But if Hari got the same kind of scratch, it wou

He shouted for his balls aches in pain. "Hey! You!" He shouted but that girl ran away from him. "Bullshit this life!" He sarcastically called. Then he wiped his dress. "Girl... I still remember your face, your dress, you're a student right?" He asked himself. Then he continued his walk. "At last!" Finally he arrived at NEETU. He actually came on time even he actually walked. Yet that was his body, trained by a master or so their father. Jin and Lewis was actually trained by their father in martial arts. They can walk faster, fight strong people and numbered in tens. They can be agile and fight with strength of a tiger.

He wondered if Harry had some kind of supernatural ability or if there was another explanation for the strange occurrence. Harry sighed in frustration and tried to suppress the pain. He covered one eye with his hand and then opened it again. Instantly, one of Harry's eyes glowed with a fiery yellow hue. He groaned and struck the restroom mirror, causing it to crack. Arlo was startled by the noise and made a sound, alerting Harry to the fact that he was not alone in the restroom. Harry turned and moved closer to Arlo, intending to investigate the source of the noise. However, Arlo reacted much quicker and without making a sound. He swiftly moved to another location just as Harry checked where