Powerful Harry Potter And Daphne Greengrass Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

—DAPHNE: Bad decisions were dangerous things, they never arrived all at once. They slipped quietly beneath your skin, spreading slowly until they became impossible to separate from your blood. And standing this close to Alpha Bellamy, with his breath mingling with mine and his chest brushing against my body beneath the water, I knew with terrifying certainty that I was about to make one. “What now?” he asked softly. The roughness in his voice sent warmth curling through me so intensely I nearly purred. Instead, I smirked and forced myself to move away from him before my self-control completely shattered.

But one thing was clear, I had followed my heart. And I hope I don't regret it. “Care!” Xavier moved slowly toward me, but I raised a hand to stop him. “I can’t do this,” I whispered. “Not right now.” He froze in his steps, hurt flashing across his face, like he wanted to argue about something, but he didn’t get to… Because another figure appeared at the end of the hallway. Daphne. She was dressed in her usual morning jog gear, black leggings, a grey hoodie clinging to her frame from the light sheen of sweat. her steps halted the moment she spotted Xavier outside my door.

That's what she was right now, a small girl full of innocence, despite her disguise. “Um, okay. It won't hurt, right? I don't have to take a potion or anything?” “No,” Elara answered plainly, getting off her bed and placing her palm on the center of Daphne's back. Her magic eased out of her, eager to be used. It loved to be used, calling to her to pull on it every second of the day. In a matter of seconds, what caused Daphne half a year of heartache and pain vanished.

Daphne could have torn apart the table we were sitting at with her bare hands and not even break a nail doing it. Valkyries also had magic, hence al the sparks flickering around us and in other spots in the dining hal where the girls were sitting. Every time Daphne's French-manicured nails scraped against something or she got particularly emotional, little princess pink sparks would shoot off her fingertips and fil the air. Daphne had once told me that her fingers were like sparklers on the Fourth of July. I didn't mind the cracks and flashes of color, though. Sitting next to her was like being close to a rainbow. Wel , if rainbows were solid pink. And volatile. Sometimes Daphne's temper fla

The vaporous stream ended and Daphne fell to her knees, gasping for air. "Ugh, disgusting. I'm from Hell and the taste of those menthols is making even me sick. Seriously, girl, cut down on the smoking. That's what you can do for me. In all seriousness, I have just given you a bit of my power. That guy, Thane, he's been taking pictures in search of me. If you use that power when he snaps a picture, you'll appear as a black specter. I want you to cause trouble around the school that will send him running. Accidents, injuries, you know, just act like a poltergeist."

I stumbled, my phone slipping from my hand as I hit the ground hard, pain shooting through my back. A yelp escaped me, sharp and desperate, and I scrambled to my knees, my hands sinking into the cold mud. My flashlight lay a few feet away, its beam illuminating a pair of boots, sleek, black, and definitely not Keith’s. I looked up, my heart stopping as a familiar figure stood over me. Daphne Synclair, her red hair glowing like fire in the dim light. She leaned down, her lips curling into a cunning smile. Her green eyes glinted with malice, and my blood turned to ice. The girl from this morning, the one who’d giggled at Alex’s desk, was here, and she wasn’t here to talk.

The kiss was intense, a mixture of desire, frustration, and power. Breaking the kiss, Daphne's voice was charged with determination. "I must return to the palace and reclaim my rightful position. I'll figure out a way to deal with that witch later. For now, I need to channel this anger into proving to Ragnar that I've truly changed," she declared, her gaze locked onto Dara's face. Dara had always been aware that Daphne engaged with both males and females, but she hadn't anticipated being on the receiving end of her actions. Her experiences had only involved men before, and she found herself taken aback by the intensity of Daphne's desire.

Daphne hastened her step as soon as she was in a darker part of the alley, she had been having the feeling that someone had been following her as soon as she left the pub and her instinct continued to tell her not to stay and find out who the person was because it was dangerous. She ran and took another corner but she was stopped by something and before she could react, she was punched in the stomach and sent sprawling on the floor. She hated combat the most, she preferred when she wielded her magic so she tried to gather some energy from around her but she found out that she couldn’t do anything of the sort.

But Lennon refused to give up. "Return my mate to me!" Lennon snarled. He extended his upper grip and thrust his fangs into my foreleg, applying sufficient force that I felt my bones fracture. "Otherwise, I'll detach your head and wear it as a trophy!" The pain that surged through my body was excruciating, but I mustered all my strength and retaliated with a swift kick to his abdomen, momentarily stunning him. "You won't like it when I'm dead, you idiot," I growled. "If you kill me, she will be killed too. Daphne's life is connected to mine now through a spell. !"

If it were any of that, I wouldn’t have a problem as long as I could get what I wanted, but having Alexa as a mate has proven harder than I expected. “Just shut up, sit down with your hands folded, and continue crying like an idiot. It is not going to solve anything, and you know why…” A pregnant pause followed by calculating steps towards her. “Because they are back for us. Daphne is returning to destroy us after everything we have done to her, and it will all be on you. Do you even realize how powerful Zephyr is? Having someone like Daphne beside him makes everything greater.” Alexa jumped to her feet, pointing a finger towards me. “Why the hell are you comparing?”