Romans & histoires Voldemort Claiming Harry Potter Fanfiction Mpreg

I chimed into the floor of conversation, probably uncalled for too. “We don’t speak of his name.” Mary spoke out almost making a British accent and it sounded so horrible. “What is this, some kind of Voldemort bullshit?!” I mused seemingly striking fear towards the group that I almost had to take back my tone. “Yes we are talking about August.” Mary uttered instantly. “You think he’s just dating Rachel for clout?” My curiosity suddenly went upstream. “That’s what I’m thinking.” Rock confirmed taking the blame. “Wait, do you still like Rachel?” Mary inquired and I immediately knew this girl knows a lot.

Darlh would gladly give away his life, because he wants to avert the damned prophecy but he still had to find her; the only person that matters to him before he dies. "Well, there's something that you could do to slow down the process, but it won't completely stop you from dying, well unless you feed." "And what is it?" "A wife." Darhl's brows knotted together, at what his friend had just said. "What do you mean by A wife," he asked with a frown on his face. "This is not on the medical field, but Brent said it could slow down the process of you dying since you've sworn to never feed again. I swear I've never come across a vampire as rudimentary as you Darhl."

Once we can control our elemental magic, we can spread out to other forms and nuances of our magic. “How did you do that?” Morrigan whispers, staring at the small flame in my hand. “I thought about Winnie, my love and adoration for her as my fiancé and my mate.” I reply. Morrigan’s jaw drops, and she smacks Winnie on the arm. “Ouch! What was that for!?” Winnie yells, rubbing her arm. “You didn’t tell me you were mates! I didn’t even know that Illy was Vlad’s beloved until I met with King Cerberus! Is William Adelina’s mate?!” She screeches.

“Don’t put me down. I can feel your cum leaking out already, guarding my womb just like you promised.” Viktor’s ice blue eyes burned with darker obsession as he laid me on the massive bed but immediately flipped me onto all fours. “You’re mine now, princess. Completely. No more teasing without consequences.” His thick cock, still hard and slick with our combined juices, nudged back inside me from behind in one smooth thrust. “Every night, every trip I’m breeding this young pussy until you’re swollen with my child. No one else will ever touch what I protect.” I moaned loudly, pushing back to take him deeper. “Yes! Fill me again, Viktor. Forty-six and so fucking huge stretching your nineteen-y

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

"Look beyond your rage, think—and tell me, do you truly believe me so heartless that I would lie about this? Your woman is pregnant. There is the faintest scent of osmanthus and lily on her. You will smell it in a few days, but for now, as early as it is, only I can." Vladya’s breath left him in a shudder. His anger remained—flaring, crackling in the storm-gray and yellow of his eyes—but beneath it, Daemonikai saw hope. Painful, desperate hope. "B-but we only had one full heat," Vladya’s disbelieving was barely audible. "No one conceives without a mating bond. And certainly no one conceives after only one heat." A stark pain, which his friend now allowed him to see, was evident in Vladya’s e

“But since we are neighbors, we should call a truce.” Alex arched an eyebrow. “I wasn’t aware a truce was necessary. We’re not in a war.” “No, but—” I blew out a frustrated breath. He had to make this difficult. “I’m trying to be nice, okay? We’re stuck with each other for the next year, so I want to make our lives easier. Just take the damn cookies. You can eat them, throw them out, feed them to your pet snake Nagini, whatever.” His mouth twitched. “Did you just compare me to Voldemort?”

The murmurs in the hall grew louder, whispers spreading through the air like smoke. “A human actually has a blood-bound partner?” “Absurd.” “She’s lying. Humans lie when they’re desperate.” “Trying to provoke Lord Tom. What a desperate gamble.” Tom’s gaze was fixed on me, cold and disbelieving. “Rowling,” he said slowly, as if savoring a bitter name. “Do you really think fabricating a fantasy will sway me?” His gaze swept over me with undisguised contempt.

I shrug again "I thought you'd have all the answers. Look I don't know anything. I didn't even know you could mate with someone of the same sex. It has never happened in our history." Rex scowls "This isn't even about same sex. He is a vampire. We don't mix" he reminds me. I roll my eyes "What am I going to do?" Rex doesn't have an answer for me, I know this much but I need answers. I don't even feel anything for him. How is Alby sure that he is the one. I don't even care about the guy and suddenly he is my mate. It just doesn't make sense.

VINCENT What’s worse than overhearing a pair of hyper active girls giggling and gossiping about boys and sex? Overhearing said girls talking about you in the same conversation. Most of the time, I’m fine with playing the role of Willow Thompson’s guard dog. But there are times when that role can get too much. Like the time when she’d had the whimsical witch knock me out. Like now, hearing all about how Violet Tonks’ outdated crush on me. I had no idea she had a crush on me. I didn’t think the forced conversations or the coffee meant anything other than wanting to be friends. I had taken both gestures as a sign of comradeship. After all, we are both people that matter to the Thompson heir.