Harry Rides Voldemort Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I wouldn't let that happen now. My whole body morphed into my vampire self. My eyes turned into a bright glowing red colour. My canines sharpened and my nails grew longer. I whipped my head towards Maya one last time to make sure she was safe before bolting down with the sole purpose to attack that damn creature. The wind rushed through me, my feet dug on the dirt as I was skillfully making my way through the thick trees. His pestering odour grew stronger and stronger meaning I was getting closer.

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.

The torches dimmed, their flames curling inward like they were afraid. And then, silence. Not empty silence. Anticipation. A ripple passed through the chamber, and from the darkness at the end, a figure came in. Harry. His silver eyes shone, not with amusement this time, but with fury. He looked at the circle,at the shattered vial, at the fading glow of the runes. And, slowly, his eyes landed on me. “You broke it,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You dared.” I didn’t move. “I’m not yours.”

" I opened my mouth, but no words came. She was right, I was a low-ranking omega with no wolf. Of course, the second in command of the Bloodfang pack would never want me. What was I even thinking last night? I tried to step around her, but she blocked my path. I heard Harry’s door open behind me, and before I could turn I felt his hands on my waist as he whirled me around and his lips claimed mine in a searing kiss. Then he pulled away, wrapping his arms around me in a protective way. “You do not have any right to talk to her that way” he said, his palms digging into my waist. Violet's face went ashen. "You’re so pathetic, Harry. Of course, you would go for the lowest rank of she-wolves sinc

Harry's fingers tightened around my arm, his nails digging into my skin. "Answer me!" he growled. "Do you really know how to talk?" I frantically nodded my head, my eyes welling up with tears. I knew that one wrong move could seal my fate. "Speak!" Harry's voice was low and menacing, his grip on my arm tightening like a vice. "I want to hear that voice again." I swallowed hard, my voice trembling as I begged, "Please, please, I can speak. Don't do anything to me." My eyes were fixed on Harry's, pleading for mercy.

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.

If this would eventually mean I can defeat Violet, well, I'm so fucking in. A rustling sound catches my attention. I look over at the iron bars of a dark chamber nearby. And there he is. Harry. Curled up in the corner, his small frame barely visible. He looked thinner, weaker than I remembered. His arms are wrapped tightly around his knees, and his breathing was slow and uneven. A thrill of satisfaction coursed through me. Who could have known that Violet had a child? I mean... a fucking child for Adrian? And she kept it away from him? Or maybe he's aware.