Albus Severus Potter Novels & Stories

Harry had a soft smile on his lips as he looked at his Peeta pack،The Alpha Lucian had warned him of this and told him that Galadriel would not leave him alone،So he was prepared for all these things already "“I am truly sorry, sir, but I believe that the person who has the right to determine whether I am the child’s father or not is his mother who is lying inside.” It was clear that Galadriel did not care about anything except starting a quarrel with the person standing in front of him. His anger and hatred towards Harry was so great that it could not be explained in words alone. "Do you think that bitch..." Harry approached him defiantly, looking at him with an angry look while clenching h

She breathed a sigh of relief and quickly searched the room for any clues that might help her understand the situation better. She found a journal that had belonged to the werewolf, and she began to read it. The journal contained entries about a war that had been raging between the werewolves and a powerful human organization known as the Order of the Silver Wolf. The werewolf had been fighting against the Order, and it had been doing so for many years. Ulrich was shocked by this revelation. She quickly put two and two together and realized that the werewolf she had just fought was part of this war. She also realized that if she wanted to help the werewolf, she would have to join the fight.

Grayson led me to the couch and together we sat down, side by side. “Physician Gilbert is talented with herbal remedies,” the King said. “We have summoned him to help you, Grayson.” “I have a whole team of doctors already,” Grayson said. “Those doctors haven’t been providing successful solutions,” the Queen said, gesturing to Grayson’s cane. “An Alpha should already be healed.” Grayson tensed. “What are you suggesting?”

"We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

he clears a throat. I tilt my head up, only to my surprise; right in front of me is an elderly man. It's no average man with no average height, but a huge man. I mean, this man is more significant than a giant. He wore white and gold clothing, had long white wavy hair and a beard covering his whole chin, and had golden eyes, but he was different from Dominic. This man's eyes shine like the sun. It's like looking at Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter.

Calista’s POV “You can’t walk. You are paralyzed at this moment, so the Alpha King ordered the servants to prepare your meal for the meantime.” Alpha Jacob tilted his head, his gaze narrowing as I tasted a spoonful of the soup from Mellisandrei without looking away. My eyes tracked the familiar, ornate gold of his royal tunic. Only now did I realize he had changed back into his formal clothes. With a stern expression, Jacob sat confidently on his chair, looking effortlessly good without even trying.

The silver wasn’t just physical; it was laced into the spell itself, tainting her core. Then the door creaked open, and heavy footsteps echoed across the floor. Serena raised her head slowly, her eyes narrowing at the tall figure entering the chamber. Maeron. The very name sent a shiver down her spine. He was impossibly handsome, in a way that was otherworldly and terrifying. Long dark hair fell over his shoulders, his features sharp and regal—too perfect to be mortal. His eyes, a swirling mix of black and sea-green, held an unnatural gleam, as if the ocean itself whispered secrets within them. His long robe shimmered with a magic she didn’t recognize, embroidered with sigils and runes from

I said and I saw him frown. “What test subject? What do you mean?” he asked. “There is a living test subject that you can work with, maybe it might speed up your progress. It is someone who has already been exposed to the damn light!” I spoke. “You mean Camilla?” My body released a ruthless aura when I heard him, “don’t even think about it!” I said in a taciturn voice. “Who then?” “Marcus!” I uttered the name through gritted teeth. “You mean he has already been exposed to the modified UV light?”

I muttered as I smiled while I watch his own smile fade away. “Dumbledore Voldemort?? Supreme Alpha of the North territories??” He flustered as I could hear his heart beat so outrageously. “Yeah, him!!”

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”