Bowtruckle Fantastic Beasts Novels & Stories

Braston just chuckled, keeping the mystery as he carried her out of the cave. “What do you mean?” Molly frowned, visibly confused. “You’re about to meet my loyal companion, Lupin.” Molly raised an eyebrow, trying to understand. “What is…?” she started to ask, but Braston interrupted her with a sharp whistle that made her ears ring. He carefully set her down, propping her against a tree. “Wait and see!” he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. A distant howl made Molly press herself against the tree, gripping it tightly. Her heart began to race when she heard heavy footsteps approaching quickly. Suddenly, a massive white wolf leaped through the trees, landing with an eerie grace just a few

I cry as I force my body to crawl forward. His skin is as pale as theirs, so I know they sucked him dry, but I still have to check. If there is any way he is still alive, I have to try...I get inches from him, but just as my fingers reach for him, I am yanked up into a set of thick furry arms. "Stupid humans," a deep, gravely voice growls, and before I can even respond, the beast takes off. His long paws pummel the ground, and the forest zips past me. Motion sickness mixed with my grief turns my stomach, and I vomit instantly. He snarls as my puke hits his pelt, but he doesn't slow down.

The Beast looked at her, and he asked her. "Why don't you open the door yourself? And I got a feeling that you will love it." The Beast move to one side as Rosabella place her hands on the door handle, and she pushes the door wide open. Rosabella gasped in amazement as she couldn't believe what her eyes were seeing, and she strode into the wardrobe with the Beast in tow. Rosabella gently touched everything, and she held the jewellery in her hands.

Turning up on my heels, I said before stalking to the door, “Excuse me, Mr. Drakos, I don’t think we can make a deal.” “Ease, little girl. You don’t want yourself to be killed by the wolves outside.” He said in a deep voice. A thick palm grabbed my waist, stopping my move sharply and pulling me backward. As my back bumped into his chest heavily, we fell onto the bed in an embarrassing position with the force of inertia. My body stiffened upon his, stunned instantly by the bulginess under his pants.

I stared dead ahead, ignoring Claw's comment. "Sheesh . . . the guys said you were antisocial, but I didn't realize you were a deaf-mute," he continued to ramble on. "Shut your yappin', we've got company," I gruffed, witnessing two tall figures step out from between the shipment containers. We ventured into the downpour, getting soaked to our skin within seconds. "We're here to see a guy named Beast," a haggard-looking wolf shifter yelled, grimacing through the rain.

I reached for the handle. He reached too. His fingers brushed my wrist. Bare skin to bare skin. A spark ignited—sharp, electric, wrong. My wolf recoiled violently. Don’t let him touch you. But I couldn’t move. His thumb grazed lightly over the pulse in my wrist, a touch so subtle it could have been accidental, but nothing about Kaelen Drayke was accidental. My breath hitched. His eyes flicked to mine, silver flashing with something dark, something knowing.

I'd always been able to run fast, but the beast tore through the brush and debris, all the way to the bayou. Piper's silhouette danced down the muddy bank of the bayou, and I smelled the alligator after her. He'd bitten her, I smelled the blood, and it made the beast angry. I stalled in front of her. She looked equally relieved and scared all at once. She crouched in front of me, submissively, begging to be saved. The beast snatched the alligator by the tail, ripping him apart for the mere thought of eating what was his. Moments later, I bent down, hauled her over my shoulder and stalked back to the castle. Feeling her heartbeat against my back, I listened to the steady rhythm. It was hypnot

"Someone has purposely poured black rosewater on my horse carriage. Now my chariot is broken. Destroyed. Even my horse melted into black smoke." "Melt?" asked the host's assistant. "It's terrible. What a pity for that horse." Rain poked Jace's arm. "How can a horse melt just because of rosewater?" Jace looked down and whispered something to Reia. "It's a magic horse made by the old warlocks. They traded the magic horses to pull the carriage out of sight of mortals. The price is very, very high. Therefore only nobles can possess it." "Including the horse carriage belonging to the Darkwood Kingdom?"

Not painfully, but firmly enough that I couldn’t pull away—couldn’t look anywhere but at him. “I asked you a question, Anwen.” I blinked, trying to steady my voice. “Some guards,” I managed at last. “One had wings. Another had a lizard tail. And the last…” I swallowed uneasily. “He looked like some kind of massive cat.” Brammon’s grip tightened around my wrist, just enough for the pressure to start hurting. His teeth ground together so hard I could hear it. The three of them exchanged a look. Then Fenric abruptly shoved back his chair. Without a word, he rose and strode out of the drawing room, the doors slamming behind him hard enough to rattle the walls.

More bones crack. Oh God. This beast is going to kill him. “Stop!” I cry, voice shaky. “Whoever you are, don’t kill him!” The beast halts, growling low, then in a sudden hurl, throws Nathan across the room. Cracks echo as Nathan heals his dislocated bone. He scrambles to his feet, eyes wide with fear, and bolts for the door. The door slams shut behind him. A click follows. What the… Did he just... lock me in?