My Immortal Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I smiled at him, amused by the sight. "She has always had a crush on me, ever since I saved her long ago," he said with a gentle chuckle. "She is the last of her kind, and she is Immortal." His eyes sparkled with a hint of wonder as he continued, "She has magic, Raven. She will show you when she trusts you fully, for a tiny little thing, she is very powerful." His voice was filled with a quiet admiration and affection for the little one.

I say to her. Then she sighs. “Have you even seen her story? I think she has moved on, Hiram. Look at what she is doing to you. Haven’t you had enough? We can break the mate bond magically without her, and…” “No,” I clutch my chest as I crash onto the ground, the weight in it threatening to suffocate me. “Just tell her I love her.” These were my last words before everything went dark.

"To complete the potion. With your blood, Karen, I will gain immortality." The moment the words left his mouth, my heart stuttered. A cold, creeping dread slithered down my spine, turning my limbs to lead. My blood—my blood—was the key to his twisted ritual. I swallowed hard, forcing steel into my voice. "Over my dead body." My fingers curled into fists, nails biting into my palms. "You want immortality? Then go to hell and take your dark magic with you." For a heartbeat, he said nothing—just stared at me in silence. Then—

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

I see how he pants, and I know he is trying to do everything he can to mitigate the anger he feels and that I feel through the mate bond. Frustrated, he growls again and returns to the fence. I turn around and say, “Why does he want to enslave me and not kill me?” “Because you serve him more, being alive. Harry realized that if he kills you, your people will rise... but if he subdues you...” I smile and say, “And what makes Harry think I can submit to anyone?” He opens his eyes wide and says, “There is no one who won’t submit to Harry.”

That would be my father. I knew that shut him up, because he knows that would make us no better than him. I went over to her to see what was upsetting her so much. All I can see there was something on her back that wasn't there before. (Kora POV) I was shocked how fast Simion was there in the same room as me, but than I remember just how naked I was now. I can tell by looking into his eyes that the wolf in him was trying to take over him, but I can't say that my wolf is not thinking the same thing as his wolf is. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around me.

The pain of the burning ground below her, and the thick air choking her had made casting anymore magic impossible. Maybe out of fear, or hope, she charged Death, pinning him to the ground. Death kicked her off effortlessly. He swung his scythe at her face, missing as the wolf transformed back into a woman. She tried backing away while facing Death. If she had the breath to spare she would have yelled for mercy. Death stood over her, his scythe to his side, blade pointed at her face. "This is why immortality is a curse. Arrogance and hatred take root, and no matter how much time passes, creatures like you always become a problem again. You're cancers that can't be lived with."

Here I was worried about encountering something that would make me regret even coming out of my room . Yet after an hour of roaming the place , all the floors , the burner next to the dining hall .. Possibly almost everywhere . We found something astonishing . Absolutely nothing . My mouth straightens into a line and I blink dramatically a few times . " Well there's an hour off my life that I'll never gain back . " Jace gives me a look . " You're immortal . Does it matter ? "

I am faced with her again and I defy to tell her what had happened between Lucas and me a while ago. "Do you have something to tell me!" She asked me. "Lucas… Kiss me…" I almost cried when I said that to her, I'm scared and I feel restless for what will happen next to us with Lucas. I know for myself that to love an immortal is forbidden. I am afraid that the moment I let him kiss me and since I was avoiding him, I accidentally use my magic in front of him. I suddenly disappeared from his sight. I grasp Mia's hand, pleading with her to help me from the trouble that I have done.

That was around May last year. I quietly followed Grandfather. We approached the hut and no sooner had we gotten to the door that was surrounded by creeping plants than it opened. My mind is full of anticipation and I gulped. A normal immortal appeared before me. I frowned because this was not the magician I was used to. As far as I remember, the sorcerers I've met are all old. But the one in front of me now seems to be only in his thirties. He looks young and...utterly handsome.