Novel & Cerita My Immortal Harry Potter Fanfiction

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.

I could become addicted to it. Harry reaches his climax as well, and we finish our passionate encounter by kissing each other deeply. This alpha is truly going to drive me crazy. "Oh, sweetheart, you're going to make me addicted to this little hole," Harry says, squeezing my butt possessively. "But we'll have plenty of time for this. You're mine now. I'll be able to make you mine whenever I want..." "Yes, Alpha..." I reply obediently because it's exactly what I truly want. After our passionate encounter ends, Harry and I wash the sweat from our bodies after making love for so many hours. Once we're completely clean, we return to the forest, where we get dressed before heading back to the pac

I might be ogling him because he smirks . " Like what you see?" My jaw drops to the floor and my eyes wide with a blush on my cheeks . Harry chuckles at my reaction . " well , i can send you a picture of me ,if you like and you can make it your wallpaper ?" "Harry!" i shriek and hit him on his chest . " So , what were you doing ?"

It's just a big 'IMO' case, not to be taken too seriously outside of this fanfic scenery. A/n: Shotout to 'Lustsifer' who found the reference for 'Hogwarts' Magic Circle' in chapter #3. -------------- pls don't forget to support my stories

Wolves are stepping on each other, body parts are flying all over the place. An Alpha comes stumbling past me, still in his human form, clutching his bleeding chest. “This can’t be happening. She promised. We’re supposed to be immortal. We took the potions.” That is the kind of thinking that kills people. They always seem to think immortal means unkillable. I’ve come across many immortal creatures, and I’ve killed more than my fair share of them. Immortal also doesn’t mean you get to come all the way back, as Harriet demonstrated with the strange zombie creatures she brought with her when I finally dragged her out of her hidey-hole.

"You are insatiable." "I'm better now, I can take whatever you give me," I insist, pulling on his arms. Thinking about sex means I'm not thinking about what is going to happen to me very soon. And it's easy to consider, since it's most of what I think about when I'm around my mate. Hale holds my face in his hands, eyebrows raised. "But what I want to give you requires you to be immortal." "Really?" "I wouldn't want to hurt you..." he breaks off, all the humour vanishing from his face. I realise, it really isn't just about me being wounded, but also me being immortal. Does he really think he is capable of hurting me?

Her eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, locked onto his, searching for a glimmer of understanding. Taking a deep breath, Fleur steadied herself. "I'm not like everyone else," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm an Immortal, Zeeb. I've lived for hundreds of years, carrying the weight of secrets and watching the world change around me." Zeeb's eyes widened with a mix of shock and confusion. "An Immortal?" he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. "But how...?"

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..”

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 pressed a kiss to her hair, breathing her in one last time. When I stood, Davorin was in the doorway, silent. “You ready?” he asked. No. I’d never be ready. But I nodded anyway. * Passing through the portal again, I threw up despite Davorin there with me. I’d seen magic before. Wolves shifting, healers mending broken bones, the occasional witch’s charms…… But this… This was different. It was like it had a heart of its own. And I had the horrible feeling it was watching me closely.