Harry Potter Vampire Harem Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

All that were really close to be true! The Vampire was mad at Emily, the blood slave girl. He was so angry that I had an illusion that I thought he was angry at Emily for ruining our "good thing"? I hated to admit it, but I had to. Just at that very moment that he was touching and kissing me, I was totally sunken into it! And I really enjoyed every minute with him!

Vampire then breaks his silence when he noticed me whimpering in pain. “I will pay 400K for this girl” He declared. His declaration stopped the green-eyed vampire, who at that time was just about to reach the stairs, he turned around in anger and disbelief that somebody had beat him. “But before I give you the cash, I have some requests!” Mr. Vampire said; the atmosphere became tense afterward. “Okay, I’m listening…” Mr. Henry replied with heavy breath; his eyes pointed at the hazel-eyed vampire. “After you received the payment, I want you and your men to stay away from this girl, especially the guy right there!” Mr. Vampire pointed to the first vampire with his index finger, staring at him

How could there? I wandered the castle halls, knowing time was running out. Yesterday sparked hope that Sarah and I could find a new way. There was something strange happening. I felt it the night of the celebration party and in the training yard. I knew some vampires received gifts. Her father had said as much because of the change in the color of her eyes. What was her gift? As I rounded a corner, I heard whispers: a female voice and a male. “She is in the moon garden alone. We can’t wait. It must be now,” said the female voice.

History may be a boring subject, but the war of the supernatural was an interesting topic. “Ikrur a powerful and deceiving demon found out about the stone and plans to steal it. Ikrur devises a plan, an evil one. He kidnapped the Hildegarde, she's Urien's wife of the vampire clan. Ikrur told Urien about stealing a magical stone in exchange for his lovely wife. Urien was worried about Hildegarde's safety so he stole the stone from Lamia.”

It felt as if the fires of Hell was giving him stroking his cock. You have one more to remove. The Vampire... His eyes widened, "Vampire?" he panted, his head tilting back as he felt himself nearing his climax. The strongest of all Vampires. He has tricked her. "She's not out of harm's way yet." he moaned as he came, drenching his boxers. The warmth released him, letting him collapse to the floor. He panted, but the ache still remained. He wanted Willow. Needed her. He was desperate to claim her.

she assured us. Once I and Blake deposited our blood into the potion bottle, Hyacinth and her team of sorcerers began to work on the amethyst wand. The entire time, I kept counting the seconds until the hour would elapse. *** SCARLETT My mouth tasted sour and my throat felt desert dry as I slowly regained consciousness.

he added, the sweetest smile on his face. But Cyrille was taken aback when the man’s fangs protruded from his mouth, as if in a vampire film, and she became even more terrified. “Now, let me taste you once more, my love...” Cyrille awoke sweating profusely, trying to catch her breath. She can’t believe what she’s been dreaming about. She enjoys everything about vampires, but that was the only time she was scared. “Wait, what was that? Why did I have such a random dream?” She kept asking herself, unable to believe what had happened to her. She felt as if she were in a bureaucratic nightmare that she would never be able to escape, no matter how way too obsessed she is with vampires.

However, he frowned slightly when he felt the vampire's fingernails digging into his shoulders: "Am I hurting you? Please tell me right now if you want me to stop. I am unsure what I am doing and would not want to..." "You are perfect, do not stop," the vampire immediately cut him off. As if to encourage him more, she had unconsciously started to make light movements of hips of bottom upwards. She began to kiss him languidly and sighed again when she felt Harry's thumb draw a circle on her crotch. She suddenly looked up and marveled at the color of Harry's eyes:

Greg murmured. “It’s okay. This is Harry, my younger sibling in vampire terms. We share a sire in Talen. Harry is… well. Harry,” she cautioned him. “They come and go as they like, and I’m not at all surprised to see them appear in the main street of Havermouth right now.” “Okay,” Greg replied warily. “That’s not precisely an endorsement.” “Hmm. No, it’s not,” she agreed dryly as she crossed the road to Harry and stepped within the shop.