Vampire Harry Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Henry warned, looking toward the approaching storm. “With pleasure!” Harry's menacing eyes sent a chill down my spine. Charging at me, he grabbed my tail, throwing me against the rocks. I roared in pain, and then his claws began to cut into my flesh, accompanied by bites. Due to his ego and arrogance, Harry didn't realize that I had passed my claws through his belly, making him hiss. “Damn it!” Harry growled, taking a few steps back. “In the end, you got me, didn't you, hybrid?”

I add. She smiles up at me, “I love you too Troy and I don’t want to leave you either but duty calls.” I sigh, “Can we at least stop fighting and go back to bed.” She laughs, “Troy that wasn’t a fight, I was just giving you space to think and I also did a little digging about Zane’s uh problem.” She takes my hand and leads me to a seat. I frown wondering what exactly she means by digging. “Harper and I went to the library yesterday and found a book on Vladimir, it tells the story of how he became a Vampire annnnd about his four loyal soldiers.” She looks at me to make sure I’m following.

Melia burst out laughing. "You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone." "You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away. Melia stood up straight again and faced him. "What am I?" "You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."

Suddenly an evil grin crosses Harry’s face. “Actually, I think I am going to keep on doing exactly what I have been doing. At least I’ve got her attention now. I’m the only one at this table who got a special drink.” Huh, he’s… happy I’m not sure that Cam was aiming to please him when she spiked his drink. But then again, he’s not wrong that he has her attention. Without hesitating, Harry stands up, leans down and kisses me on the cheek. Bellamy growls and Harry dodges away as Bellamy grabs at him.

“But I guess we can try to get to know each other a little better-” Before I could finish, he yanked me into his arms. My eyes widened and my face grew hot. I let out a small whimper, which made him loosen his arms around me and I pulled slightly away to look at him. His normally cheerful hazel eyes had changed their color to a darker shade. I gulped. “I said t-try knowing each other first!” I cried out in alarm. My hands flew to his chest to push him away but it was futile. Damn pureblooded vampires!

I passed the blood in her mouth and waited for her to wake. I ended up sleeping with her in my arms. In the morning I watched her sleeping form. I am reminded of the day we first met. She starts moving in my arms. I look at her as she opened her eyes. They were of the same brown colour as before. I am glad she remained the same Lara I have got used to only that she is now a vampire and she ages slowly compared to before. "Hey did you do it?" She asks as she looked into my eyes. Do what... What does she mean?

So I got myself a spot and sat down as thoughts of what might be happening between the two filled my head. I felt bad. I felt like I was all alone in the world even though there was loud music deafening my ears from the background. “Hey, kyle who invited you?” I heard an unfriendly familiar voice say. I lifted my head to see that it was Harry, boyfriend to Bella. Many believe that Harry will become one of the greatest warlocks as soon as he clocks eighteen and as such, they see him and Bella as a power couple. Unlike Bella, Harry is calmer and a bit friendly but I know better than to engage him in a chat as that could provoke his over a possessive girlfriend.

to taste her. Akira noticed his urge to taste her blood, she could feel it through the slowly tightening grip on her hand. And although she was sick at the sight of him—a vampire, she leaned closer to him. “Stop wasting my blood, vamp. I don't have fucking unlimited blood.” Akira argued and removed his hands from her hand. Her brows slightly arched when the pain started to kick in but she didn't mind it. Her goal was to end this quickly.

Nine weeks later I sat on my bathroom floor staring at two pink lines while Jamie laughed in the living room, his new heart beating strong and steady. I was twenty-three, single, and pregnant by a vampire who paid ten million dollars to disappear. Then, on the night of the winter solstice, my front door exploded off its hinges. He stood in the wreckage wearing a crown of black diamonds and murder in his glowing crimson eyes. Prince Valerian Nocturne. “You’re carrying my heir,” he snarled, fangs fully extended, voice shaking the walls. “And you, Harper Quinn, are coming with me—whether you walk willingly or I carry you in chains.”

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.