Harry Potter Level Up Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

A mysterious voice suddenly appeared in his mind! "The Blood Drinking Sword has been successfully upgraded, the current level is Level Two Red Stage!" ‘What? Upgraded?’ ‘F*ck! Even the weapon can be upgraded?’

Oh, how will HE make her squeal and crawl in her own intestines! And then Harry saw with his single eye a cloud of dust billowing over the road and knew it was all over. HE would, of course, fray… tried to escape. But he suddenly felt terrible fatigue, devastation, and indifferently dived into the depths of consciousness, giving way to his spineless brother. Let him do something for HIM at least once in his life… At least try. A slut with blue hair beat HIM. Or rather, both of them. Wow…

"That's right, that year I killed your mother, I took her place as Lady Levi. Haha, you can't blame me anyway, blame your mother for being unlucky to marry Levi Smith. . harry potter fanfic She laughed in madness like a psycho. This aspect of hers he had never seen before. Was it because he exaggerated something earlier that she reacted so strongly? But that's okay, anyway, this is the result he expected, it might be even better than expected. “Your mother-in-law and you are both something that should disappear from this world.

My eyes landed on some Harry Potter looking shit and I got up and quickly walked over to it. "You go to the House of Slytherin!" I said in my best impersonation while throwing my hands in the air as I walked up behind her. She slowly turnd around and looked at me before a disgusted look flashed across her face as she looked at the hat on my head. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe you! You don't even want to know where that hat has been." She said as she took a step back. The moment she looked like she wanted to gag I instantly felt an insane amount of regret and quickly chucked the hat off my head like it was a cockroach.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Ara POV: "Do you accept your first mission?" "Absolutely not," Ara said out loud, to empty the air, in an empty lot, like a completely sane person. "No. Who even are you? Get out of my head." The voice said nothing for a moment. Then it said, pleasantly and mechanically and with absolutely no regard for her distress: "Designation: LUS. Level-Up System. You have been selected as Player 001." "I don't want to be selected," she snapped. "I didn't apply for anything. I have a plan. My plan involves leaving this city and not dying in a river this time, so if you could just—"

If that happened, he would be in the Sixth-grade ultimate god-level, and it would be a piece of cake to kill those in the Seventh-grade or Eighth-grade ultimate god-level. He would not quiver if he was to face those in the Ninth-grade ultimate god-level after that. On top of that, Fane had decided to help Selena lift her spell. He had to increase his level of cultivation pills hastily for that, and he could only complete his promise if the level of his pill cultivation increased continuously. After he assured them, Fane took another set of ingredients out with the flip of his hands and repeated what he did. It was another round of cultivation.

Henry stood at the dungeon's entrance, his face expressionless as if he hadn't slept in days. His eyes had dark circles, his cheekbones were sunken in, and his clothes were shambling. "Isn't this the last one?" With pleading eyes, Henry inquired. But, on the other hand, I was considering something. His status had altered significantly since the last time I looked. And now I understand how individuals around the world grow stronger. While I do not gain any stats when I level up, the people of this world gain a stat upgrade at random when they level up.

Full lips, pressed into a firm line, hinted at a warmth beneath the surface, but his demeanor remained detached. “Isabella” he growled, his deep voice made her tremble, snapping her out of her admiration. “I’m sorry, I got carried away” she responded lowering her gaze. “We have seven levels of magic, each levels have special powers and abilities it instills in you. You had passed the first level where you were able to create an earthquake and it changed your hair color. You increased by two levels at a go by the waterfall, which could have destroyed you if you didn’t stop. You are meant to go through one level at a time. No one has ever made it to the seventh level.” Isaiah said, making her

I gasped, the words tasting like ash and iron, but my body betrayed me, arching deeper into the toy as the intensity grew. "Say it properly," he insisted, stepping closer. He reached out and tapped the underside of my chin, forcing me to meet his stare. "Tell me you are my possession. Tell me you are nothing more than my slave." "I am your... your possession," I sobbed, the humiliation burning hotter than the friction between my legs. "I am your slave, Draco. Please, just… give it to me." He chuckled, a low, humorless sound that vibrated in my chest. With a flick of his thumb, he slowed the vibrator down to a agonizingly sluggish, pulsed rhythm...