My Immortal Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

that would be running away, being afraid of a rotten soul, the one who's afraid that I'll succeed, that her son will fall in love with me and that she'll be sent to hell. The beast has been awakened, and it makes me laugh because my tactics and ingenuity are not what she expects. No, I won't go after her son and cry to him. No, what I'll do is seduce him and gradually steal the time she desires to have. Harry doesn't want to stay away from me, and neither do I, so she'll have to deal with it."

Not a mark on me. I sat there for hours, staring at the horizon — a wasteland of melted earth and twisted steel. The sun rose again, as if mocking me for surviving what should have ended everything. My reflection in the glass wasn’t human anymore; my eyes had changed. There was something eternal behind them — not divine, not demonic — just… unending. That was the day I knew for certain — I would never die. And whatever task that voice promised me… it was gone. Centuries passed. I kept living, losing, searching.

“It must be her. There is no one else.” Even if I am the target of her vengeance. I closed my eyes, remembering the rage in her eyes after I dragged her from Casimir’s quarters, the fire that consumed my wing, her utter indifference to my injuries. She knew. She had pieced together my immortality and traced it back to the witch purge three centuries ago. “By the time she is strong enough to perform the ritual, she won’t just break the curse, she’ll have your blood spilled across the walls of this manor,” Andreus hissed, his eyes blazing. “I will not stand by and watch it happen again!”

For all his heretical beliefs, he was flirting with his own ruin, putting himself in a situation where it could all be taken away from him, because secretly he knew it was wrong, that the balance must be restored and being immortal was nothing like he hoped it would be. Jimmy also realised what had really scared him when he looked into Isimud’s eyes. Behind the anticipation and the maliciousness, he had seen a dull and stultifying numbness. That must be the worst thing about being immortal, never having to worry about getting old or dying. Like his story, Isimud’s life lacked an ending, and that took away all of its meaning.

This hut is covered by a large tree whose roots will eventually grow. She immediately ran to the hut. She quickly knocked and looked around to make sure no one had followed her. "Hello?! Is there anyone in there?!" She knocked on the door and she turned around again. She saw no other creatures there but huge trees and a dark atmosphere. She also had seeing eyes that she was sure were from wild wolves that did not approach immortals. She heard the door creak and it opened and she saw an old man in a black cloak with a long white beard. The wrinkled skin is visible on its face. The sorcerer was the only immortal who grew old because of his exit from Wysteria.

I stepped back when she appeared in front of me. “Don’t touch my daughter!” I hissed trying not to sound angry when she was about to touch her. “She’s not your daughter! You are a witch and she’s a vampire, that’s impossible.” “HALF-VAMPIRE, you mean,” I emphasized. She shook her head and looked at Zaya. “That’s not what I can see, she’s an immortal—” I snapped my finger, and we appeared in the house. There was an awkward silence when we got there. Casting that kind of magic drained my energy, I felt like sleeping but how could I rest after what happened?

As Arosh battles and attempts to get away from Harry's hug. "Damn it Harry! Release me!" Arosh expressed apprehensively to Harry, as she felt he was intending to follow through with something. All things considered, are you terrified of apparitions or me?' Harry asked while checking her lips out 'Damn Harry! Delivered me or disaster will be imminent” "Or probably what? Then, at that point, Harry turned her on the bed and she was currently lying on the bed and Harry was on top of her. Will you send me to Hell or cover me alive? "Grinning Harry ridiculed her.

"Are you sure? Miss Avangelina deserves a parting and a beautiful one at that. The coven just wishes to say goodbye. You should too sir." "No!" I took a step back. I knew he was in pain but that was only going to make him unstable. I put my hands up in defense but I would only block. I refused to hurt my superiores, my higher up. "There's a spell. It's a very old and powerful spell. It can make the mortal immortal and it can bring the deceased back to life." My eyes widened again. I have never heard of such a spell. "Sir," I said uncertain. Maybe he was going insane. "Maybe you should lie down while the coven arranges her parting."

Alex and Jemma craved immortality with evil magic, drinking the blood of the newly dead and turning them into evil spirits in ugly forms. Jay helped me collect it in a jug. Alex screamed with an echo that filled the sky in the moonlight. Then it stopped as his veins were severed. Our hands were already covered in the blood of humans who failed to gain immortality. After filling the jug, I crawled to Brian and grasped one of his hands tightly while the other grabbed the arm of the man I loved, Jay. We held each other, closed our eyes, and recited the soul-controlling spell in my grandfather's book.

I answered although she did have a point the wand would solve everything. “But if you don’t use the wand the fallen Angels will possess my child and me, and use us to take over the world, and you aren’t going to try to stop that?” There were now tears rolling down her cheeks. “These powers are more than you can fathom they are biblical, I have already interfered more than I should have. Not only did I use the wand I was forced to drink from the cup that held the blood of Christ making me immortal.” “But if you don’t the world will be destroyed!”