Romans & histoires Harry Potter Revenge Fanfiction

My hands moved on my instincts as I pulled my hands backward, protecting the urn at any cost. But, Harry, driven by rage and annoyance, snatched the urn from my hands. "Harry, no!" I screamed, but it was too late. With a cynical laugh, Harry threw the urn against the stone walkway. The ceramic shattered into a thousand jagged teeth, and a cloud of grey dust scattered into the wind, coating the hem of Harry’s polished shoes.

I can wish to interfere that's none of your concern and I can also wish not to that's also none of your concern, and also can't you see that you are hurting my friend" he replied. This statement put everyone into amazement as they did not know who he was referring to as his friend, but he was not referring to Elizabeth but Rachael. Elizabeth sighed in relief when she saw that Alex had finally intervened, she was originally worried that he would not intervene and would allow Rachael to be humiliated, although this was not the first time he had watched her get humiliated she hoped that he wouldn't ignore her this time. Harry gritted his teeth before signalling his gang to leave Rachael his eye

said Xavier a little sorry for what had happened. "You don't have to blame yourself like this, it will surely make James regret it. Better think of a way to get revenge," Scoot advised. "You're right." Xavier lit the cigarette in his hand, inhaled it, and exhaled the smoke. His thoughts were now on the woman in his house. It was this woman who deserved to be responsible for James' death. "How's Grace, why isn't she trailing behind you?" asked Scoot who seemed to be sarcastic about Xavier. For some reason, he didn't like Xavier's lover.

I snap, storming toward my room and grabbing the small notebook I found last night—the one where I jotted down formulas that kept haunting my thoughts, along with a few I’d crafted specifically for Oliver. When I return to the living room, he’s still sitting, as if rooted to the spot. I toss the notebook onto his lap. The gesture leaves him speechless. “There. Enough perfume formulas to get your revenge on Oliver. And I’ll even give you the name of the man who betrayed you.” “That’s not necessary,” he mutters, finally standing. “Yes, it is. That way, we’re done. His name is Leroy. Satisfied now? Do you think maybe, just maybe, you can stop hurting me like Oliver did? Or do you believe I have

She heard surprised noises from the girls. “When you’re in my presence you will be on your knees. Do not look me in the eyes,” he hissed, drawing her closer so that their noses were almost touching. “I see no value in you.” Rebecca struggled against the hold until she started to turn blue. Her hands dropped to her sides and her eyes began to roll into the back of her head. Syrus shoved her away. “Yasmine, the next time you try and tempt me with roadkill, I’ll throw you out on the street.”

I would forever remember what happened in order for me never to do it again. How else would I learn the consequences of such an act? I wasn’t sure Anja and Leander’s glamour of the pack would have worked, but I must say that I was surprised that it did. Anja even put the glamour over Harry so that he wouldn’t remember what happened to him. I was thankful for that; the last thing anyone wants is for that little boy to grow up remembering how he was killed then brought back to life. This vampiric spell also had people believing that Harry was born from Bastian and Lilly. Even little Harry will think they’re his birth parents. I wondered how that would work when Bastian and Lilly haven’t been t

Supressing my anger towards this mindless assistant of mine. "I'm sorry, Miss Siren. But I won't allow anybody to do wicked things to Young lady. I am Harry Spencers. I made a vow to myself that I will protect you in all ways that I can. I am just doing my oath." He's refusal make me wanna blow his head with a pan. He badly needed a good beating later. "This guy looks high on himself. Seems like he's been really in love with this witch." Claudia's mocking look gave me an impression that I want to skinned her alive right now. I'm wondering if she's not that smart enough to think about what Harry said.

He calmly said like I was talking to someone with no emotions. "What? I am fighting for that girl...I mean...what if...just what if your friend finds out? You were meant to take care of her not fuck her" I announced on top of my lungs and Harry leans back to his chair. He looked like someone in his savage era totally looking at me like I have lost it. "I intend to make her mine..." He hadn't complete his statement when my hand pushed the cabbage in my hand inside his mouth. "You're a Pedophile"

But Harry’s mind was already drifting, already calculating, already burning with a single desire: End Don. End the fear. End the nightmare. And finally…finally…fight for Elena. This wasn’t about revenge anymore. It was survival. And Harry knew one thing with absolute certainty: He couldn’t afford to wait. Not one more day. Not one more hour. Not one more second.