Harry Potter Mpreg Novels & Stories

“Oh, well. It’s a relief then. You only made me want to destroy you even more.” Harry pushed Margot on the wall. “What are you so proud of, Margot? Your family’s money? If I had that money, you wouldn’t even have a chance to be my wife. You can’t even get pregnant with my child! If I know, you’re probably taking pills as you’re worried that pregnancy might ruin your body.” Margot’s hand automatically moved on its own, slapping Harry on the face. She could endure whatever he said about her but mentioning her inability to get pregnant which she had been praying for all these years was unacceptable.

"You got to be kidding me, right?" Harry scornfully said to Scarlet. “No, I'm not Harry,” Scarlet replied tearfully as her lips trembled. She was with her parent in Harry's mansion, he didn't even let them come inside. So, they stood outside the pouch. “You gat to be kidding me,” Harry scoffed. "Please don't do this to me, Harry. I beg of you in Jesus' name, please don't," Scarlet pleaded. "Please don't do what exactly?" Harry frowned, "I still don't get you, Scarlet. Are you trying to tell me I'm truly the one responsible for your pregnancy?"

“He told me everything or at least enough to destroy everything.” “Moraa, slow down, what's going on?” “No!” I spun to face her, my chest heaving. “No, I have been slow this whole time. I have been patient, confused, trying to make sense of things that never made sense. And now I finally know why.” She stepped closer, her eyes searching mine. “Then tell me.” I swallowed hard, my throat tight. “He said there is a good possibility that another woman might be pregnant with his child, my child.”

she trailed off, her eyes taking a faraway expression that had him swallowing his morsel of tuwo forcefully. "I'm not leaving any time soon Mama. I told you that I've found the girl that I want to marry. She is going through a crisis right now and I can't leave her right now. After waiting so many years, I'm here with her... She's so beautiful Mama and her smile? She's got the kind of smile that poets spend days writing about. She's resilient, she's funny, she's kind and she loves Harry Potter. Can you believe that? She's far from perfect but she's my kinda girl. Even if she weren't, we'd find a way around it. We were always meant to be."

His words felt like nails scratching in my head, increasing my irritation and anger both, “You are dumber than me. Do you really think that you can get to Alessio by harming me?” Harry shook his head with a wide grin, “No. He is going to lose his mate to a tragedy. Then maybe he will go mad. Maybe he will go in depression. Whatever the case will be, we will enjoy it and have fun.” “Oh my god…” I groaned, cringing, “seriously? Do you think this is some kind of TV drama where you can take over the reign of a nation by killing a girl that hero is paired with?” Harry narrowed his eyes. “You don’t need to be concerned about that.”

The woman asks. “My great-grandson, Prince Theodore of Werewolves. The next king,” Ronan tells her. “Well, I be a monkey’s uncle. You found Soriase and your heirs. And they are going to be Royals! How wonderful,” She smiles. “Ello, Theodore. I’m Mag, really Margerant but no one calls me that.” “I’m Teddy, no one call me Theodore,” I smile back. “What brings you here?” Mag asks, nodding at me.

Logical enough to agree to their marriage years ago so as to form an alliance between their packs and logical enough to source for other options when she realized she was infertile and would never be able to produce an heir for the Storm Pack. He had a goal and so did she. An heir to the Storm Pack. And conveniently for them, the pack sorcerer had told them the woman he was actually mated to would be capable of giving birth to that heir. “I’ll be leaving today,” Alaric let out an exhale as he rose to his feet. “You can start preparing yourself. I’ll be leaving today and I would return today too. With her by my side.” “Good. Stay safe and return soon.”

"Not really. You're pureblood. I'm… whatever I am." "But our children would be," he said slowly, his eyes meeting mine. "If we had a child—a real child, not a proxy or a political arrangement—that child would be half-blood. Two half-blood parents. One child." "And that child would be the First Wolf." Niklas set the scroll down. "Elif," he said, his voice low and measured. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" I stood and walked to him, taking his hands in mine. "I'm saying," I replied, my voice gaining strength, "that I'm not afraid anymore. Not of you. Not of the Council. Not of the First Wolf."

I sighed as I was looking at the sight of Budapest that sprawled out in front of the mansion that we resided. “I think it might be that your mother was a persuasive woman like someone that I know she passed that to and I think I might be like your father, darling,” he said before I chuckled. Eddy spread his hand on my still flat stomach because we made medical check-up and showed that there was no sign of life yet in my stomach. Once I told him that I was late to my period, we went to the clinic to do some test when I suddenly got my period while waiting for it. I cried for a better portion of the examination but the doctor was kind enough to give some motivational speech so that we never ga

He was feeling absolutely dizzy from the intense sex that he didn't know when he slept off. Abbie on the other hand, was filled with joy. Her mother's plan had worked. The substance she had inserted in the bottle of Martell would only make Harry horny and not her. The substance was meant to easily lure him to have sex with her and it worked. With the knowing that he had released into her, Abbie could only hope that this time she gets pregnant for real and would most likely be able to have a child for Harry Vernon. ...