Harry Potter Sword Master Fanfic Novels & Stories

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

After five years of being forcibly institutionalized in a mental hospital by my parents for “rehabilitation,” I awakened the “Slap System” skill. One slap, a million dollars deposited into my account. Another slap, my combat power skyrocketed. Just as I was thoroughly enjoying my slapping spree and preparing to leap over the asylum walls to break free, my parents suddenly arrived to take me home. The moment I stepped through the front door, I saw my adopted brother Atticus Hawthorne, eyes reddened, holding my fiancée, Cassandra Vaughn, in his arms. Meanwhile, my real brother Roman Montgomery was locked in a dog cage, bitten and torn by vicious hounds, covered in wounds, and breathing his

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

' Master you are so horrible. "We are passing through Drako's territory. It would be best if you kept quiet, Aspin." I threw over my shoulder. Not that I wasn't already itching to kill something. A few men wouldn't hurt us, but unfortunately the Master wouldn't be pleased. Especially if I lost my temper and Aspin some how managed up dead... We might have to kill bigger pray when we go hunting next time. The challenge might ease my nerves. Anything but a damned bear. "So we might get to see you in action?" I imagined him bouncing up in the saddle like a child. A big grin upon his face as he gripped the reins to his chest. Such a child. 'He is impressionable.' This kid was going to drive me nu

“I really think you need help. Maybe see a psychiatrist or a witch doctor, because you honestly can't tell me werewolves are real.” The master kept on moving towards her. “I don't need to see a psychiatrist because I am sane. Also I can tell you they are real, because they really are.” “Okay, fine,” Elizabeth pushed her hands forward to stop the Master from coming any further towards her. “And please don't come any further to me, otherwise I'd yell that you want to rape me.” “No one would hear,” The Master stopped moving. “There's a spell that's been placed on this house that prevents ordinary humans from seeing it.”

She must know something about it. "Sect Master—" Khloris's heart was bitter, and her lips were pale as she helplessly said, "I have already said what I needed to say. I have no relationship with him, and I am unsure where he learned his sword technique." Of course, Khloris knew where Darryl Darby learned that sword technique, but she could not tell them. He had learned that from Sword Devil's Ford South, a great enemy of the Sword Sect. As Ford South's disciple, Darryl Darby was also regarded as the Sword Sect's number one enemy.

This is Ronan wanting this as much as he does. “C-Can I, m-master—” That made Cross grin evilly. He knows that Ronan just slipped out but he wants that now. “That’s right, call me Master Cross, Doc Ronan.” Ronan’s scent is getting more and more intense, almost as strong as what he had when his Heat came. That would mean a stronger effect on Cross. He wants to just slam his cock inside this man and fuck him the hardest but, of course, he wouldn’t. He laughs to himself because someone should really award him for having the strongest self-control even at this new scenario they are experiencing.

"I don't make offers to my slaves, Jon. I tell them what needs to be done and they do it." "Well said, my lord. What would you like for breakfast?" "Eggs and bacon. And a female slave to feed me." "As you wish, my lord.' I ended up eating more of the slave than even the food. There was something suddenly off. I wasn't enjoying the sex anymore. There was less pleasure and all I wanted was to thrust as deep as I could until I came. I just could not take my mind off that slave boy.

But the young master, startled by her unreasonable expectation, blushed and began to sweat. It was an impossible feat for a boy the age of ten, who had only begun training to defeat a knight. Unless he was a prodigy, he would be an average combatant at best and wouldn’t even manage a single direct strike. Because the true sword prodigy of House Winston and the one who would take on the Commander’s mantle in the future was none other than his older half-brother, Lord Marcus Winston. “Young master?” Sylvia asked after moments of silence. “Did I say something wrong?”