Hermione Harry Ao3 Novels & Stories

“Because of you, he had me insulted, belittled, discarded! Because of you, he threw five special years in the mud. Because of you, I mean nothing to him now.” “I have no idea what you are talking about.” Reign simply said and took several steps behind, leaving ample space between them. “Maybe you’ve got the wrong girl here.” “Don’t patronize me! I am not an imbecile. I know it’s you. Hermoine Reign Angelis.” Reign flinched upon hearing her full name. “You are the daughter of Alpha Zander Angelis and future Alpha of the Diamond Stone Pack. You and your entire family are murderers! You connived and had the Supreme Luna killed, that’s why you are here. That’s why he brought you here to become h

I knew Meadow had secrets too—granted, they were secrets I already knew, but to her, they were still just secrets. “I’ll always take care of you, Seelenflamme,” I rasped against the corner of her mouth as I thrust deep into her. “What…” she breathed. “What does that mean?” I pulled back so I could stare into those hazel eyes and give her my response. Meadow’s lips were parted in a perfect ‘O’. She was struggling to keep her eyes open. Her pussy started to clench around me and I knew that she was close. I increased my pace slightly, my balls slapping her skin as I fucked her wet cunt.

“May I?“ Higan shifted his gaze his back to me, catching my glare. He didn't flinch, and I desperately wanted to show him that he should. “You really thought I'd buy the idea that he was just an Alpha?“ He leaned in to whisper his words in a venomous hush. “He didn’t hide it well, Harlyn. Not after that Christmas party. That show he put on? You think I really wouldn't notice?” My lips parted, but nothing came. A voice in my head overlapped with his rambling. “He'll take him away from us if we don't do something,” My Sorceress pressed in gingerly, like her own anger wasn't boiling my veins. The wind tore hot through the clearing. It stank of silver, blood, and open graves.

**Chapter 5: Claimed in the Shadows** Jack Blackwood’s mouth was relentless, devouring hers with a hunger that stole what little breath Sora had left. His hand gripped her thick waist, fingers digging possessively into the soft, yielding flesh that Melvin had always mocked. Instead of pulling away in disgust, Jack groaned low in his throat, pulling her even closer until her heavy breasts pressed firmly against his hard chest.

"I will breed you until your womb gives me warriors. And then I will breed you again." My stomach turned, but I didn't look away. "You're brave," he said softly. "I like that. But bravery without submission is dangerous." He reached out and touched my hair, running a strand between his fingers. "I wonder what you smell like. Half-bloods always have a strange scent—two wolves fighting inside one body." He leaned closer, inhaling near my neck, and I fought the urge to shove him away. His breath was warm against my skin, and I felt his body tense.

The plot started off with the heroine, the daughter of a baron, entering the middle school division of Diamond Academy. In the beginning, the heroine was registered as a light magic user and was hinted to be a member of some type of rare ancient race. Of course, the story wouldn't be a reverse harem without extremely attractive guys who all fell in love with the heroine. Upon entering the school, the heroine encountered the male lead for the first time in a very cliché scene, creating a budding affection that slowly bloomed into romance.

But the only problem was, would I stay sane until then? With my heightened senses feeling every move of hers, I would go crazy if I had to remain locked up with her here for ten days. ‘She’s cooking for us!’ Freyr mind-linked with me, inhaling the aroma of some freshly made sauce. The aroma was heavenly indeed, but who needed food when I was dying to devour her instead? I closed the laptop and got up to check her out. It was useless trying to work when all I could think of was Hermione. Images of Hermione cooking for me clad in nothing but a red bikini made me lose my sanity. I had to check her out. Was she really cooking for me, wearing a bikini?

' his voice was sounding in my head as he went head on like a lunatic to face purely dark and undefeatable magic. I closed my eyes and concentrated like Elara had thought me to do. I had to win this. I needed my mate by my side. The young girls words came sounding again. "Hermione is the least of your worries at the moment. Every gift of life is in your bare hands." She had touched my hands and I felt our souls twine into one. I willed myself to be in that moment again and just like magic, I felt myself become more than what I already was.

I have to keep reminding myself that we’re in a room with others and forcing myself to focus. Hera, on the other hand, wants to figure out how Aolis is making it feel like he’s touching us in our consciousness, so while I try to focus on reading the huge book in front of me, she begins practicing ways to try rubbing herself against Aolis. I know when she finally gets it as he jerks, looking up at me. She begins purring in our shared consciousness, proud of herself and continuing to rub herself on Aolis as if she’s scenting him. He chuckles softly and in our mind he begins stroking Hera’s fur, turning her into a puddle of mush at his attention.