Harry Potter Vampire Harem Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I jumped from the window as it opened and ran into the forest. Aerys I was seething with anger. I was going to kill Harry. How dare he have a relationship with my mate. She was even wearing his shirt! " You don't order me," she barked. " And I'm not breaking up with Harry," Those words broke my heart. I didn't want to hear them from her mouth. I watched her run upstairs. I glared at Harry, ready to follow after her, but Alec held my hand. " Let him talk to her. She won't react well to you," he sneered, glaring at Harry. He didn't like that my mate had a relationship with a vampire. Did she know he was a vampire? I nodded my head, and Harry went after her.

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

“Your vampire friend Samuel and the red-haired woman from the sheep paddocks… Ember.” “Samuel isn’t a vampire. He’s a dragon,” Meguitte told him over her shoulder as she made her way to the door. She stopped in the doorway, and turned, meeting Harry’s eyes as Harry paused in licking, lifting their head. Harry was certain that they had both shared the same thought. “Harry?” Sigrid asked. Meeting Sigrid’s eyes, he saw that she was also making the connection.

It sometimes feels like we’ve all known each other for much longer than we really have. “The one and only gorgeous. I assume you are the lovely Megan?” He says with a wink and she giggles. Darrien’s expression is stormy and I can’t help but giggle. “Hey Harry!” I greet him. “Hey Ry!” He imitates my pitch and tone, then immediately drags me out of Bellamy’s arms and into a one armed hug. I laugh and hug him back before stepping away and back to Bellamy’s side. I take his hand and squeeze it to soothe his jealous side and he gives me a half smile. Harry smirks. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He might be interested in someone right now, but he’s still an Incubus and he likes causing trouble.

I know I have my mother to fight with me and I also know who I am now and how my decision matters. "As my daughter, you know you have a responsibility to fulfill for this pack, Hermione! This is the only way for us to end our conflict with their pack and avoid the war that might kill hundreds of werewolves in ours! You have to do as I say whether you like it or not! That's an order." He walked away, leaving me those words that just made me loath him more.

Nine weeks later I sat on my bathroom floor staring at two pink lines while Jamie laughed in the living room, his new heart beating strong and steady. I was twenty-three, single, and pregnant by a vampire who paid ten million dollars to disappear. Then, on the night of the winter solstice, my front door exploded off its hinges. He stood in the wreckage wearing a crown of black diamonds and murder in his glowing crimson eyes. Prince Valerian Nocturne. “You’re carrying my heir,” he snarled, fangs fully extended, voice shaking the walls. “And you, Harper Quinn, are coming with me—whether you walk willingly or I carry you in chains.”

Today, however, the silence only sharpened her thoughts. She crossed to one of the shelves, pulling free a thick volume bound in dark leather. Setting it on the desk, she flipped it open, her eyes skimming over accounts of wars fought between vampires and Lupari. Bloodshed. Broken treaties. Betrayals that had left scars across both peoples. Her hands stilled on the page. So it had begun again. She didn’t need anyone to say it outright; the evidence was in the castle itself. The vampires were bracing for something. And though no official word had reached her, Charlotte was not blind to the signs.

“Let’s celebrate Verena’s first relationship.” Orlo and Dylan glance at me. Party means dining out, which will lead to us, the vampires, having dinner. We, vampires, live on blood, not human food. I nod sharply, asking to them to go with the flow. Orlo groans internally and looks at Amara. “Sure.” I smile. “Verena loves parties, isn’t it, darling? The party is on me.” Her melodious chuckle fills the air, and she smiles back. “We can always split the bill, you know. Because I am throwing the party as well.”

She pouted then trudged out of the room. Nadia widened her eyes as the man came closer to her. He lifted his own wrist to his mouth and chomped down. The sound of breaking skin sent a cringing shiver down her spine. Blood pooled from the prick and Damon offered her his wrist. Nadia instantly shook her head. “You’re delusional.” She retorted. Damon furrowed his brows. “Vampire blood heals little wolf.” He urged his wrist forward for her to take. “I’m not drinking that.” She pursed her lips.

she said huskier than she meant, but his hand was on her face, caressing the flesh, and she wanted to tremble. Don’t. She couldn’t show that weakness. His hands were hard, but his touch felt whisper-soft. “Hailey, Aria Rambeaux.” She said, reinforcing her tone. There was pride in the words because she was named after the first pureblood vampire ever to be born, Aria La Fey. The first, but not the last.