Harry Potter Sword Master Fanfic Novels & Stories

“Gather your search team to spread out and search every room in the castle.” I ordered Rowan, my voice now stern. “Okay sir!!” Rowan said as he turned to leave my room. I retreated my steps back to my couch, taking a short rest to think. The timing was very bad!! The day before my big fight, someone decided to steal my sword. It's like he wants me to get killed by Vakda, so he decides to steal my sword. Only few people also know about the sword. Rowan, Emily and… Luther!!!

“I dressed up for it, and I felt insulted. I couldn’t help but get mad. I had a reason, then he told me I needed to behave? I think that applies best to him.” She tenses. “It’s been a long time since the Master locked himself away from the world. You are the first person who made him come out after a decade. What does he look like?” “He’s tall and—” I pause. Oh, no! I remembered I wasn’t supposed to say anything to Ms. Lennie. I promised to keep my mouth shut. Unfortunately, I just told her half of everything. What’s holding you back? “He’s fine,” I add.

Because right now I wasn't sure if I could enjoy anything with someone after tasting the dark lord. My fire kindled by my own thoughts, I slid a hand into his hair and pulled him closer. “Harder!” I whispered, flipping my hair with my free hand to the back to avoid obstruction. “Bite me harder.” I paused for a second to access his expression, his hair was pouring now looking very lush and silky. I then whispered, "Fucking possess me."

If it would have been a normal sword, it would not be able to do anything to harm him but that sword of his was laced with a special and powerful kind of spell for ending and protection against any kind of diabolic and mystical powers. "What were you doing here in my territory?" He questioned him. In reply, the couple heard the warlock groaning in extreme amounts of pain before his eyes snapped towards them. Charcoal tears were rolling down from his darkened eyes which were penetrating deeper inside their souls. Aria clutched her mate's hands tightly as soon as she saw his inky eyes gazing at her belly. Slade gritted his teeth before placing his the tip of his sword at his neck "What were yo

It was strange that it was killed now. The Desperate Young Master sensed it and immediately summoned the Sword Slave. The Sword Slave was locked by iron chains all over his body. "Go investigate the person who killed my avatar," ordered the Desperate Young Master. "Yes, Master." Sword Slave replied and then left. Faced with the broken sword, Desperate Young Master continued to meditate. It was as if this was nothing to him. The moment Caspian destroyed the doppelganger of the life-saving master, he felt that a divine thought was firmly targeting him!

That broke our moment. I pulled back, and he jumped down to stand. "Where's food?" Fucking Aiden. "Master-r-..coming", he gave me something before leaving. Our fingers grazed as his mouth reached my ear, "Love equals to food" And with that, he rushed off to his master leaving me smiling so wide, I couldn't but jump. Harry. Harry. Harry.

I spot Damian sat on the usual couch with Demi's dominant, Master Harry. Master Harry is the most terrifying person I've ever met. He's a sadist and has a resting glare on his face when he's in the club. I've seen him outside of the club before and he's a little more relaxed but still scary. Damian has threatened to get Master Harry to punish me so I learn my lesson but the threat alone is enough to make me behave. "Pretend we aren't late, and maybe they won't notice," I say as we approach them. I also see Master Adrian sat beside Damian, he's another sadist at the club but he's single at the moment.

He patted his chest confidently as he muttered “I will take you there and personally introduce you. The master will take your case if you manage to convince him.” “I have money.” Harry eagerly added, looking like he was holding on to his lifeline “I can pay as much as he asks.” He scratched the back of his head with a sheepish grin “The master is a bit weird and has a weird temper. Unlike the rest of us, money does not seem to faze him.” “Oh….” Both Matthew and Harry let out a deflated sigh, although their insides were tightening with anxiety, like they had ten thousand butterflies in their stomach; they too knew a weird young master, well maybe not young anymore but had a weird temper and c

Walganus opened the Sword Master’s cell and walked in. The Sword Master was lying on the ground, gasping for breath. Upon hearing the sound of footsteps, she opened her eyes. Through the dim lights, she saw Walganus approaching her. Though she wanted to stand, she could not exert even a single ounce of strength. "W-Walganus Jaxon! What do you think you are doing?” She asked in a feeble voice. Walganus waved his hand casually, and a chair magically appeared out of thin air. He sat on the chair cross-legged and looked at the Sword Master, saying smilingly, “You should know what I want, don’t you?”

Eugene tried to come up with an explanation even he himself had no idea how did it happen in the first place. "But is the blood contract really capable of such a feat? I never heard of a warlock establishing that kind of connection with his apprentice before." "Well, I must say perhaps it was because you have not yet lived that long the same as I did." "Why master, have you heard of a similar incident on the past???" Jorah was already starting to get convinced with his master's argument. But when he heard the other party's answer to his question, he almost wanted to give his master an eye roll that he only deserved