Immortal Harry Potter Star Wars Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Ruth is a wizard who has lived for thousands of years. Though she was tagged as evil, she never meddle in anyone's lives until one day she conspired with the Aquans to defeat me. I don't know what was her reason behind it. She didn't kill me as the enemies told her but she threw me out of Ehtrehto Edis and cursed me not to be able to go back. After some time, Peter followed me into the human world and told me that Ruth was killed. Before she died, she poured her blood into the waterfall in Aqua Edis. She told Peter that her curse on me will only be healed by the water in the magical waterfall. But it will be guarded by a beast that will only die using a weapon of the first guardian of light

I say and lay it out for him. “You’re sure?” “Positive. I’m so sorry, Yorick.” “I need to go.” “Call me if you need to talk,” I say. “Thanks, Wen. I may take you up on that.” I stare at the phone for a moment, then turn back to my computer. Me: Let’s find that alliance agreement. Hacker: Follow me, my little Padawan. I chuckle at the Star Wars reference. Me: Show me the way, Obi-Wan.

“She shared a few names. She had a whole fucking list. There is one I like, Aeryn, it’s from this show Farscape.” Osiris looked at me like I was fucking makes up words. So I went to the rest of the list. Leia had sent it to me, so I read it off my phone. “Elora is the baby of Willow, in the movie. You know with the fucking little person that becomes a wizard?” Osiris looked like I was talking about fucking rocket science again, doesn’t this guy ever watch a fucking move? “Nope? Okay, next one Allana is actually Leia and Han’s granddaughter in the fucking Star Wars books, you don’t fucking care do you?”

“You’ve just wasted your time. I’m a White Forest Warrior!” “That ended the instant you let Thalia suck your cock for a shot at stealing Zena back,” Imogen slapped back smartly, her aqua eyes making me uneasy, clashing with her delicately freckled face. That brief sensation of escaping the shame and darkness I’ve found myself in has disintegrated. Like falling backwards into a hole, there is nothing to save me now. “Rising Star are going to win the war?”

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

"I'm sure if you read the books you could figure it out." Oh, sneaky demon! "I'll leave you to rest, unless you need me for anything more?" he asked. She shook her head, already eager to chow down and start reading. "Very well, if you need me simply call my name out loud. It will summon me directly to you." Her head shot up at that. "Seriously? Okay Skywalker, you just reached the super kickass level." He raised a brow. "Skywalker?" "Yea, you know Star Wars." She raised her fist into the air and said dramatically, "Luke, I am your father." Jasper continued to stare at her blankly. "No? Okay, never mind." Blushing she clamped her mouth shut.

I hated it; it was bloody and made me nauseous. He leaned closer, as if to tell a secret. "I'm immortal, sweetheart. You see, I'm quite the wizard," he beamed, gulping his wine. "Indeed, it's impressive how you managed to take over an entire pack," I said with mild interest, placing my knuckles under my chin. In the last few weeks, I had been telling Irene what Horus did, but she didn't seem to believe me. However, there were times I saw her deep in thought after I told her, and she hasn't mentioned anything to Horus about my allegations so far.

As extremely tempting his behavior is at the moment, his friends put a lot of hard work into keeping this secret from him and I didn't want to make them wait much longer. "Happy birthday," I say dodging him but lean forward to soften the blow by pressing my lips to the base of his throat. "Thank you." He pouts slightly as I pull away and drag him out the door. "Why are we in such a rush?" He asks as I sidestep the hedges. "I am just excited to watch Star Wars," I lie and stop before my front door once we reach my house. "I've never seen it before." "Why am I not surprised about that." He laughs down at me and grabs both of my hands. "When are the rest of them coming over?"

“Actually, no, she still would. Because she’d rather me be miserable and married to a billionaire as long as it didn’t stain the Red name.” “Your mother is an interesting woman,” Shawn frowned. “Chris said that she reminded him of Professor Umbridge from Harry Potter.” Shawn’s laugh was deep and throaty, “That might be the best comparison I’ve ever heard. Gosh,” he snorted, “Do you remember all the times he forced us to do Harry Potter marathons?” “And when he drew a scar on his forehead every single day, claiming it was real for months,” the laughter that bubbled from my chest was genuine, uplifting my mood.

I hold it to my mouth, keeping my eyes on him. A sharp smirk crosses his face. “Yeah, figured.” I bite into the strawberry on purpose, and watch his jaw tighten like he’s fighting a losing battle. I smile around it. “See? Stress relief.” He leans in closer, his hands brushing my scalp. “You’re gonna be the end of me, Hermione.” He leans in and bites into the strawberry I’m holding. We both chew it into each other’s mouths, exchanging fluids, and it's a slow, sweet rush.