Harry Potter Transformers Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird. In the process of trying to drive him away, they somehow ended up gravitating towards each other. Finding comfort in the unexpected company, deep secrets tumbling out in the middle of the night. The guy who got stranded for sightseeing was suddenly showing her perspectives she had never seen before. The girl who barely talks was suddenly telling him the things he needed to hear all his life. But at the end of the day, you should never ever trust a stranger. Soon the creature would enclose itself completely for the second time, never to be seen like that again. It was a period of transformation.

I growled at him and pulled her behind my back, taking my possession away from his reach. "It's settled then..." she said behind my back. "But..." I was about to object when she pulled me down for a hot scorching kiss. I could hear Ranulf chuckled in the background. "Whenever you're done kids, take your precious time. I'm enjoying the show..." What he said made me backed away from her, but not before I gave her another kiss. Her lips were sexily swollen, and she was breathing heavily when she finally gets her bearing. "Let me call Rain. I believe he can help us out with the portal to hell." She said as she took her phone, and call her friend.

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

"This can't be happening to me, I'm rejecting the man who hasn't left my heart." "Wow... Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!" We startle at the sound of a distant voice that gets louder and louder, "I'm sorry, but your screams aren't helping much," he applauds and Harry desperately pulls up his pants, "Buddy, if I didn't like women, I'd tell you I love you, so we can be manly husbands." "What the fuck are you doing!" Harry gets upset after seeing Harper's bionic eyes looking at my body and at Harry's at the same time.

“But to tell the truth, I could’ve given him that if he only stayed here.” “You want him that bad, huh?” Harry asked, hurt. “Oh, stop it. You know you’re the best for me,” Victoria said as she touched his arm. “Wait a minute,” Keira interrupted, hands on her hips. “What’s happening between the two of you? I’ve noticed something different with you as well, Tori. First, you were always late to class, which was never you and second, you even forgot one time to fix your hair!” “Um, I have something to confess,” Victoria spoke, holding her hands together. She looked at everyone with a bit hesitation. “Harry’s my mate.”

“This place sure is filthy. I nearly forgot about this because of some nuisance, but you can fix this, right, Harry?” His threatening tone they are the use of hearing from him. His smile and expression show his pride, which is his embracing nature. “Of course.” Harry confidently said, snapping his finger and in a second changing everything into the pristine and luxurious property that is their little haven of darkness. “Now that we have our place, our identity is set, shall we all work according to His will?” Harry reminded them with a tone that is threatening and not just a simple reminder. With their expression that shows their sins. One by one they change their appearance. One by one they

I’ve never been so goddamn useless. "Make it stop, Mommy!" Harry screams, his voice breaking into a sob that tears my heart in half. "Please make it stop! It hurts!" The claws dig into my skin through my pajama pants as his body convulses again, and this time I see something that makes my stomach drop to the floor. I see movement under his unbuttoned shirt, his bones actually shifting and reshaping beneath his skin, rolling like serpents near his ribs and chest. The only thing I can do? I can only hold Harry. I can only…

"I definitely killed you." Harry's smile widens. "Yeah, you really did. Only that was Harry." He gestures to his body like it's a suit he's borrowed. "But don't worry, just call me Harry. The name is kinda cute, honestly. I transferred my soul into his body when I found him dead, and now all I want is a sweet good death for his pack. A death which is going to be done by y'all here, except that I'll be in there feeding y'all with enough information to make it happen." The confession hangs in the air. Soul transfer. Body possession. This thing wearing Harry's face isn't Harry at all.

Harry whispered in a husky voice, “You are so tight, honey. Aren't you crazy about wanting me now? “You are bullying me…” Emma's tears fell down her blushing face, “Do you believe I will hate you?” Harry's heart suddenly tightened. Thinking of the scene of Charles holding her in his arms this afternoon, he continued to thrust himself inside her frantically, making her moan continuously. Tonight would definitely be a night of both passion and torment. She didn't like him anyway, it didn't matter if she hated him anymore.

I open my mouth to refuse, but she cuts me off, "You're too thin. No girl your age should be skin and bones." I yawn before I can catch myself, "Alright. Thank you." She waits by the door till I've crossed the hall and opened the door to my apartment. The sound of her door closing makes me want to smile. Closing my own door, I carry Harry into his bedroom. Laying him down, I pull up the blanket and stroke his hair, my heart throbbing at the sight of the child who needs his pack so desperately. "We can't go back, Harry," I whisper hollowly. "I won't have them turn you into a monster, too."