Harry Potter Vampire Inheritance Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.

"Not because I don’t want to, but because there’s something important I need to do first. I already told you that we knew each other before. We used to be... close." "She means you used to have an incestuous relationship," Deric said. He smirked when he saw me glaring at him. I ignored him and continued, "But something happened. Some bad vampires decided that they didn’t want humans living in freedom anymore and decided to enslave us, wiping the memories of every vampire who might stand against the idea. I know it’s hard to believe, but..." "I believe you." "Wait, you do?"

I would forever remember what happened in order for me never to do it again. How else would I learn the consequences of such an act? I wasn’t sure Anja and Leander’s glamour of the pack would have worked, but I must say that I was surprised that it did. Anja even put the glamour over Harry so that he wouldn’t remember what happened to him. I was thankful for that; the last thing anyone wants is for that little boy to grow up remembering how he was killed then brought back to life. This vampiric spell also had people believing that Harry was born from Bastian and Lilly. Even little Harry will think they’re his birth parents. I wondered how that would work when Bastian and Lilly haven’t been t

I looked at Joseph, surprised, and I could see the seriousness of his expression as he stared at her. I saw Ruby’s face fall even more and now she was biting on her lower lip. “Ruby?” I asked, staring back at her. “What is it? What did you see?” She lifted her gaze to meet mine. “I had a vision this evening,” she told me, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m not really sure how to tell you and I’m so sorry, Tessa…” “What is it?” I asked again, suddenly extremely nervous. She took a deep breath before answering. “Penny is a vampire…”

Even though I'm close to Drake, he doesn't know anything about their past, while Alice has always been upset with me for reasons I can’t seem to comprehend. But the point is that despite being adopted, they were believed to have celebrated their twenty-first birthday lavishly. Even though vampires can't have children like humans, our history book claims that our divinity gave the queen the ability to have a child who would be the heir to the kingdom. And that child is me now, and I’m hoping that as a child given by the white deity, I’ll be able to celebrate mine too. I am not after the grand celebration though because I am not a materialistic person. What I want is for my twenty-first birthd

he got up and walked over to me, "Claire, don't lie to me; tell me what's wrong." I sighed, "I had another dream," he sat down and waited for me to continue, "You were in it, and I was a wolf; we were sitting by a lake, and then you said that you were hungry, and then," I paused for a moment; Harry took my hands in his, "It's okay," he said, I took a breath, "You had fangs and you... you bit me." his face went pale, I stared at him for a moment, "Harry, are you a vampire?" he sighed and looked at me with sorrowful eyes,

"Bastard, it's time for you to pay for Sean's life." With that, Valor let out a roar. From a small human, he transformed into a wolf three times the size of a regular wolf and immediately rushed towards the tall vampire. At the same time, Finn and Harry were able to save Keelin and Clara but as soon as Harry untied them Harry suddenly felt a sense of danger, he suddenly turned around but it was too late, the purple bottle was thrown. straight into him and broke. The purple liquid fell on Harry's arm and quickly seeped through his skin.

She managed to collect and practice from many grimoires until she became the best. Nobody knew this because her life was a perfect secret, and she was not willing to expose herself. She traveled to many different countries, collecting grimoires from different languages and cultures and making a huge collection. Since these spells were too dangerous for anyone and it was unsettling for her neighbors because the power that emanated from them was too much, she burnt all the books. Every single one of them, a month before the werewolf killing spell. A few copies could still be found around the world though. Her witch powers could not be inherited by her children since her mate was human and his

My father was a vampire, some believe you should only mate with your own kind, my parents believed in the mate bond. My mother was exhiled from her pack, my father from his coven, that was fine, they were forgotten, until they had me... That's when the council decided they had to destroy me. I have always been aware of what I am, half wolf half vampire, a hybrid as my mother called me, I know the powers I could possess, i got my wolf, Nova at 16, but until I'm 18 I won't fully know my power. My birthday is in two days, I need to hide until I get my full strength, then I will get my revenge, I will kill all that were involved, first I need to survive.

“It dates back to the Great war. The Supreme Vampire Lord, at the time, fell in love with a sorceress, and he mated with her. They had a child, and when he heard they were hunting down hybrids, he hid her and their daughter. “Supposedly, he got married to another female; a vampire this time, and that vampire gave birth to a son. This is where things get icky. The son and the daughter had an affair, and shortly before their father burned them alive for their incest relationship, they produced an heir. “Even though their father was enraged, he couldn’t bring himself to harm the child. As time went on, they found out that she had no magic like her mother. What she had was immunity to all forms