Harry Potter Vampire Inheritance Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Head down, listening to the laughter around me, I felt strangely numb. Adrian's cold smile still lingered on his lips, sharp and cruel. I just drew a slow breath and made myself speak again. "I want thirty million. I... I saw a ruby brooch. I want to buy it back." That ruby brooch was the antique my mother had been wearing the day she died. She'd told me it had come down from her grandmother, and that on my wedding day she would give it to me. She never got the chance. Adrian was a vampire, sharp-minded, and he forgot nothing.

If my master needed to feed to heal, then that’s precisely what would happen. “Drink,” I whispered, crawling over to him. I relaxed beside him, elongating my neck for the perfect bite. “You need it. Drink.” “No,” Dorian snarled, shifting away from me. “I…I can’t.” My brows scrunched in confusion. “Why…?” “I will ensure you don’t take too much from her,” Jenkins said. “I cannot make the same promise if you enter bloodlust.” Blood pooled around him on the floor, covering his hair and skin in crimson ichor. My panic began to rise, remembering that my mother was killed by a vampire who had entered bloodlust. I did not want to experience the same fate.

Chapter 41: “I can't…sorry” Phoebe still has to have her heart rate checked and given fluids, no one will find out she's a Vampire because in her body half of the human blood is inherited from her mother. She lay like that for a long time and Harvey could only helplessly watch as Phoebe's life was slowly being taken away by death at any moment.

He closes the door, and before I know it, I feel the fatigue that overtakes my body as the ghost orchid, also known as the vampire’s poison, does its job. “Take me instead, not my nephew!” Uncle Felix yells as the car drives away, and I watch him through the rear view mirror as he runs after the car, before my dad growls at him, telling him to stop being dramatic. I close my eyes and lie in the backseat. “We should chop off her head and send it back to them. In that way, they will know that werewolves can’t be messed with in their territories. They knew that the hotel is mine.” Vampire Hater’s voice says as he drives.

He placed a quick kiss on her lips. "Oh, please." Sarah waved my presence off. "If she was so much of a threat, Sol would never have thought twice of bringing her here and letting her live in this house. We once thought he had lost interest in all the women in this world." She turned to me and asked, "You're a half-blood vampire, aren't you?" I nodded my head slowly.

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.

Erik let go of the blade, the students and staff watched as the sword was dropping to the ground, but as suddenly as it appeared, it disappeared in thin air before hitting the ground. "And fourth, we have Slytherin. Salazar had one male heir, that he disowned just years after he finished his magic education, and quoting the man, himself, 'the little bastard is a power hungry bigot of a disappointment', and so, is his last will, he reaffirmed the disown of his son, and left all his possessions to his goddaughter, Susan Sally Ravenclaw, his only true heir. Any other that claims that is a liar." That seemed to agitate some older students from Slytherins. One of them even yelled.

"Work it out? She destroyed us, Jaxon! You're going to destroy your father's legacy, everything our ancestors built, for her and this fucking child!" She's spiraling, the dagger trembling in her grip as hysteria takes hold. "I would have died for you! I would have bled for Wolfgang pack, would have given you pure-blooded heirs worthy of our bloodline⁠—" While Victoria runs her yap, I catch Harry's terrified gaze and let my eyes fall to his little hands. Then I tip my head at him, mouthing the words: Like we practiced. Like throwing a baseball. Harry shakes his head frantically, too scared to move, but he’s every inch of my fucking blood because he understands what I’m trying to do.

Harry promises, but I do not stop! "Promise me that you will protect me no matter what. Tell me that you will tell Xavier that I can kill him and that he has to stop being unfaithful to me. I am his mate and will remain his mate for the rest of his life. He better marry me, and he better turn me into a vampire-witch. It might make my magic stronger if I am a vampire. Promise me you will do all that, and I will spare your life," I say. "I promise I will tell him everything you told me to do. However, I can not promise you that Xavier will do it. You know how hard-headed he is. I can only promise you to do my best," Harry says.

She had faked her identity as a former Alpha’s descendant to claim the inheritance, so that she could have Harry. Harry and his family had fallen right into her lies. “How did you…” I said, “Teresa, I didn’t expose you before out of respect for you as a mother-wolf. But you need to stop protecting Harry. He violated the pack’s rules and tried to be the new Alpha. If you don’t want to share his fate, step aside.” Werewolves whispered to each other. They all stared at Teresa and Harry. Harry snatched the document from my hand and glared at Teresa.