Harry Potter Mage Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.

I felt my wolf shift inside me as I stared at her, vulnerable on the seat, aware that the mage had begun circling the spotlight, the blue silk of his robe darting in and out of the lights. He had been one of my father’s mages from the main city, an apothecary that was well-feared because he could induce hypnosis, a confessor. “At the sound of my voice, Raya Banks, you are going to feel sleepy,” The Mage started and I cramped down on the urge to whip around and face him.

As lovely a shade of purple as the dress I now wore. I gave Magus a heartfelt look. “You’re the very best kind of mage!” I threw myself at him to grip him in a tight hug. “And the best of friend!” “Whoa, whoa, whoa…I leave her in your hands for only a few minutes and return to find you wooing her.” “Hardly.” Magus grinned. “I prefer my women far more savage.” Hawk shook his head. “I have heard that.” They both chuckled. I had stopped hugging Magus and all I could do was stare, mesmerized.

"You think I would give up that easily, you really don't know who you are dealing with mage, I been through things your brain can ever think off, why do you think this little issue will stop me" "And if you must know I'm a hybrid like you but my other half is quite dangerous so I lock him away so no one is able to sense him to anyone around me I'm just a mage" Mr mage said finally stopping at a page of his spell book. "and what might your other part be that you have to lock him away Mr mage". "Keep pestering me and you will find out" Mr Mage said as he took the book in his hands walking towards the gate of the cell Serena was locked in,

The tears clouded my vision, and I could no longer see the expression on his face clearly. When the potion had almost finished, he finally let go of me. I tried desperately to dig into my throat with my nails, but bile rose up and I could not throw up. I could only gag hoarsely, and I felt as if I was being torn apart. I cradled my head in my hands and trembled. My head felt as if it were being torn open by sharp claws, and my consciousness was being devoured inch by inch. My wolf trembled with me.

Emma's POV As we stepped into the mage's house, I was immediately enveloped in a thick, acrid smell of black dust. Steam wafted from various tubes and contraptions scattered around the room, creating an eerie atmosphere. Gabe's grip on my hand tightened, his overprotective nature surfacing once again. I wanted to roll my eyes, but the mage's presence commanded my attention. "Welcome to my territory," the mage said, her words dripping with a lovely, exotic accent. Each syllable was enunciated with precision, making her speech sound almost musical. "What can I do for you?"

Will magic do some changes? Let us see… Love, Gaymo Part VI: The Magic Spell Dear Journal, I made a potion which I will use to get Mario back. That will make him in love with me. It was a success. I let him drink it, and after an hour, he made a very weird proposal. He said…

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

He took off his shirt and stood in front of me topless showing his masculine well-shaped body: “I told you it’s not going to work. The second floor is completely protected against magic no matter what you do you can’t summon spell here” “Shit, I am damned” I screamed inside my head as I started to look for a way out of this mess. No one would come upstairs; we agreed they would all wait for me downstairs till I found the book. “You are going to be the first witch I will ever fuck and I am going to enjoy it” “Don’t you fucking dare touch me” I screamed back as he started to walk toward me with a devious smirk on his face that scared me to death saying: “I will do more than that for sure”

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”