Harry Rides Voldemort Fanfiction Novels & Stories

'OH , I can do more than just stop you", Harry said with a dangerous glint in his eyes . His hands rolling the cuffs of his shirt so that his muscular forearm can be seen . I am sure things are going to get nasty if any of them choose this exact moment to say something , so this is my cue to take things over . "Hey guys, no need to get angry , why not we talk things over, right harry , Winston?" I step in between both of them ,my hands on harry's chest . I might've let my hands wander on the muscular planes of his rick-hard chest . I feel Harry's heartbeat quicken underneath my palm, so i let my hand falter by my side . I see harry smirking and eyeing me from my periphery and red hot heat ga

Oh, how will HE make her squeal and crawl in her own intestines! And then Harry saw with his single eye a cloud of dust billowing over the road and knew it was all over. HE would, of course, fray… tried to escape. But he suddenly felt terrible fatigue, devastation, and indifferently dived into the depths of consciousness, giving way to his spineless brother. Let him do something for HIM at least once in his life… At least try. A slut with blue hair beat HIM. Or rather, both of them. Wow…

Not even being around Aiden made me feel like this. Nauseated. "What's going on with you, Harry?!" Jane snapped coming to stand between us. "You've been acting rather odd lately". As if snapped from his stupor, his eyes blinked, traveling around the room as if he wasn't aware of where he was. Harry scratched behind his head laughing lightly. "Sorry, these days I hardly feel like myself. It is good to see you though Victoria. It's been a while" "Right," I say nodding, glancing back to the girls before turning to him. "Do you think we have a chance at killing Hades, Harry?"

I gazed up at him with my dizzy eyes, my eyes fluttering a little. Harry moved closer and wrapped his one hand around me and with the other, he brushed the strands of my hair away from my face. I was looking at him dreamily. “Ivy, you have no idea what you do to me…” He whispered seductively. I felt the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention. Was I dreaming or Harry Williams has admitted that he likes me? I closed my eyes, slightly parting my lips and I leaned closer.

(Harry's POV) Roman dragged me to our regular partying spot with girls which almost looked like a house but it’s a shed. He punched me on my face shouting “What the fuck happened to you, Harry?” I stood straight not saying anything. My face fell to a side and I kept seeing Stella’s kiss with that bastard. Roman held my collar angrily. He kept shouting at me but I didn’t say anything. All the time, the images of their kissing was flashing in front of me. “I’m bloody asking you, Harry. Open your mouth.” Roman shouted again.

So, once every week, we delve back into life at Hogwarts and the adventures it holds. Samuel is the first to fall asleep, twitching occasionally as I continue to read. Lord Voldemort is back, and Harry sees it, but the Ministry of Magic doesn't believe everything Harry tells them. Their goal is to keep everyone calm. What will he do? "Laila," I whisper, placing the book on my chest, "please stop squirming." She looks up at me, but her eyes stare like she's miles away. "Honey!" I sit up, taking her by the cheeks, "what's wrong?"

I still need to know how Weirder things ends. “You watch Weirder things?” Harry's eyes fly open as he hands me a helmet. “It’s only the best show ever! I have to beg Maverick to sit through it with me. He doesn't appreciate it as much as I do.” I sighed. “Yeah…he seems to not be in the habit of appreciating the best things.” I keep quiet because I have nothing to say to that. “Hop on and hang on tight Princess” ****** The drive to the frat house takes like ten minutes. The breeze

Victor says acidly, “Coming from you.” Harry sighs. “First, I don’t have a mate unless you count Edward. Second, I’ve evolved.” Victor steps into the circle, rolling up his sleeves, ready to right an imagined slight. “Fight me, old man.” Harry takes a deep breath, eyes turning liquid black. For a moment, Victor swears he can smell a hint of the Alpha’s old scent, impossible as that may be, of ink and fear. The Cold Wolf steps inside the ring, claws shooting out.

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

Then back at her. Absolutely not. Harry was my younger cousin. Twenty-three. Rich, reckless, and had the attention span of a goldfish. He’d been kicked out of two colleges for fighting, and last I heard he was “investing” in crypto by day and racing motorcycles by night. He flirted with anything that breathed and left a trail of crying girls behind him. And Shula, my Shula, who blushed at the word ‘virgin’, was practically vibrating at the sound of his name.