Immortal Harry Potter Star Wars Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Harry unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He stepped closer. “Trust me, Ivy. We don’t need the healer or the antidote. This way, we’ll even have our own pup… You’ll have to be my mate then, won’t you?” He reached out and lifted my chin. “Even in this life, you can never escape me. You’ll always be mine, Ivy.” As my consciousness faded, it hit me. Harry had come back from past, too.

"We Fey, hate that." "You shouldn't have told me that." I grinned. "Bad move, Harry Potter." "I don't understand that reference." He frowned. "The scar." I waved a hand at his face. "Did someone try to cast a killing curse on you but it didn't work because your mother loved you soooo much?" "That's rather—" Tiernan blinked and looked away. "Do not call me that again." "Fine." I gave a great sigh, "Legolas it is. It's more fun to say than Harry Potter anyway."

He felt like sleeping without waking up and didn't want to restrict himself from sleeping like he usually does, and her scent wasn't also permitting him to restrain himself from sleeping. Feeling her snuggle closer to him, which made them to be inches apart from each other, he stared at her alluring red soft and tender lips. He had the urge to have a taste of them, but he restricted himself and turned away before covering them with the black duvet and drifting into his journey of sleep. * "Spew it!" Alpha Able yelled when Harry walked in which made his mistresses cringe in fear. "The poison of Sarah's claws wasn't able to have any effects on the Luna of the blue sea pack," Harry replied and

Draco inhaled it like incense. “You smell like her,” he murmured, and the fog around us revealed glimpses of the battlefield. Wolves limped with broken limbs. Witches lay pale and unmoving. Bodies cooled in the dirt. He savored the carnage. “This is what immortality looks like. Loss without consequence.” “Then die,” I whispered. He laughed, and his claws lengthened. “You cannot kill what is already dead.” “You are not dead,” I replied. “You are rotten.” I rushed him.

“Darth Vader’s invading! Run, Princess Leia!” I blinked. “What in the world are you dreaming about?” “Star Wars,” she mumbled sleepily. Then her eyes lit up. “Wait—do you watch Star Wars?” “Nope,” I admitted. “But I had a neighbor who was obsessed with it. He used to narrate the whole story to me.” Gwen grinned. “I knew it. You’ve got major Princess Leia vibes.” I laughed softly. “Me? Leia? That’s a stretch.” “Don’t argue with me—you’re stunning, like a princess. I don’t hand out compliments for free, you know.”

Harry gave off the impression of being noble and arrogant through his motions, yet he also emanated a languid, bad boy vibe from deep within. He resembled the immense and enigmatic starry sky, and Sienna found it difficult to look away. Embarrassed, Harry grinned and asked, “Nene, why haven’t you gone to bed?”

It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series. "I told you to come as Ron!" Leia shouted dramatically when she took sight of her fake boyfriend. Alice immediately knew that this would lead to a fight. And boy, she was not wrong. "I told you I don't like Ron!" "How could you not like him!" "You just want me to be Ron so everyone will know we're dating! You dressed as Hermione!" "How dare you assume that!" A guy suddenly blocked Alice's view of her quarreling friends. He was not wearing a shirt, and Alice could see the trail of alcohol running down the man's hairy and bulky chest. It was not a good sight.

Harry swallowed loudly when he saw the sparkling smile of his Mate. Emmanuelle moved with superhuman speed to set the scene her beloved had outlined. If Harry had not been a werewolf, he would have only been able to see a flash of light across the room. He stood completely still as she resumed sitting on his lap and began to pull one of the sides of his black shirt down over his shoulder. "Is this okay with you, my beloved?" she asked in a half-voice. Harry nodded before placing a kiss against her lips: "But what about you?" he asked, pointing to the necklace, "I apologize, but there's not much I can do about it since you tied me up."

He stopped just short of me, his presence crackling like lightning in the air. “Because I have known you,” he said softly. “Not you exactly—but every life before you. Every incarnation of your bloodline.” My breath seized. “What are you talking about?” “I am not a student at Blackmoor,” Harry said finally. “I am not even supposed to exist here. I am the first cursed immortal—the one who defied the gods and paid the price in eternity.” The words sank into me like stones. My knees weakened. “Immortal…?”