Animagus Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

We'll never be able to lie, but we'll also see through any deception. "Is that why I could influence the glass? Because I commanded it truly?" "Partially. But that's just the beginning." Morgan stood. "Let me show you something." She moved to the centre of the room, power gathering around her like visible light. Elena watched, transfixed, as Morgan's form blurred and shifted. Where the woman had stood, a massive silver wolf now sat…larger than any natural wolf, with eyes that held human intelligence. Beautiful, Zara breathed. But we'll be more so.

“I told you. It had red eyes, its bones were protruding from its skull, and it had long claws. It was faster and stronger than Antonio, Raphael, and me. Almost killed us all.” Something shifts in his expression. “Was it canine-looking or more humanoid?” He knows something. I feel it. “Canine.” He slowly nods, lips pressing into a thin line, but he says nothing. “Dagar… you know. You know what it is.” “Let me out. You might need my help soon.” “No? Just tell me.” He ponders it for a moment and then finally speaks. “I’ll give you this only. What you encountered is related to a type of witch.”

And worst of all Werewolves were real too. Silas was a wolf. Not a full wolf. They called him a Mutt. He had all the traits, the size, the healing, the never ending stamina, but he didn’t have an actual wolf. He couldn’t transform like true Werewolves could. It was a genetic thing. A flaw. And as a result Silas was more aggressive, more dangerous too, because he couldn’t control his urges. He was rabid.

Which is why Albus got away with calling the alpha rabbit food. "Come on alpha!, why so glum?" Albus asked. Legolas growled, pulling the covers over his head and hoping that would get Albus the hint to get lost. It didn't. Nothing to get the ball of energy out of the room unless his mate called him. Perks of being a white wolf. Something very rare. White wolves weren't affected by the alpha's command since they were descendants of the moon goddess.

Ann whispered into Adams's ear as he nodded, still a little shell-shocked. As Lord Brarthroroz caught sight of them, he nudged the fake Adam at his side and his appearance wavered slightly before morphing into a humanoid form but with no discernible features at all. Ann shuddered involuntarily as she watched the transformation happen in a matter of seconds. "That's… unnatural..." she grimaced. "That's because they aren't natural... they're the product of experimentation by the dark witches Aeons ago… they were banished to the daemon realms because they're insatiable appetite and questionable taste for feeding on human flesh." Lexi grimaced, "I'm surprised..."

This Transformation technique was extremely magical, and others wouldn’t be able to tell whether it was real or fake. Alex sneered and deliberately said, “Heh heh, why can’t I be here? Hermione Yggdrasil, are you with that guy called Dummy? Following him makes you my enemy. Now, hurry up and kneel and lick my toes, and I might consider sparing your life.” “What? You…”

Lucas adds under his breath. “You can do that?” Abby asks. I purse my lips and glare at Lucas. “No. Absolutely not and I’ve never accidentally transfigured anyone before.” Abby cocks and eyebrow and refills her glass. “I’m trying to keep my questions to a minimum because I know how annoying it can be, but what?” “Transfiguration is a type of magic. It’s the way werewolves shift and the way my familiars can take on the form of a regular animal.”

Hambora yelled Causing Doctor Bonnie to frown and turn sharply "Seriously, you all need to relax Okay. Like I said, this is just a rough Experiment, I mixed the Werewolf Cells with the gene of a Frog so what we have here is an hybrid, Half Werewolf and half Frog Okay?" Doctor Explained while Glamora sighed as he placed a new Cigarette on his Lips

There was no time to hide; I had to think quickly. The chamber's ceiling was adorned with an intricate mosaic, depicting an ancient symbol. A surge of intuition pulsed through me as I recognized it—the symbol of the amulet itself. The amulet was oval-shaped and glowed a crimson-red color and had silver strings. I took in a huge breath and then summoned my wolf. My bone cracked and my nails elongated as I slowly transformed into my wolf. Moving a few steps back, I lunged forward and took a huge leap. I had gotten the mosaic figure but then my wolf came crashing down.

The chamber was decked with old symbols and relics, implying a link to strong witches who had long been associated with the rogue werewolves. As Luna and her allies dug further into the chamber's mysteries, they came across an ancient journal—a relic from a bygone period. Its pages exposed the rogue conspiracy's actual beginnings. Centuries ago, Morgana's ancestors headed a coven of witches in their attempt to conquer control of the magical realm. Their experiments with memory alteration and the development of the serum caused turmoil and agony, eventually leading to their demise. Morgana, on the other hand, had rekindled their wicked objective, motivated by a passion for power and vengeance