Fantastic Beasts Porpentina Goldstein นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Gasps echoed through the room as pack members leaned forward in their seats, their faces filled with awe. An elderly woman pushed through the crowd, her wizened face full of wonder. "By the moon goddess," she breathed. "A Golden Wolf. After all these centuries..." She turned to address the pack. "I am Rebecca, the pack's healer, and I have studied our ancient texts my entire life. This girl... she is what the prophecies speak of. A Golden Wolf – the rarest and most powerful of our kind." Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Some people stood to get a better look at me, while others bowed their heads in respect. I could hardly believe their reactions.

Even Emma’s pulses were raising and her heart was speeding as she gazed upon the creature. “What manner of creature are you?” Marcus whispered. The creature smiled seductively as she watched everyone in the room. Her eyes were slitted, glowing embers of gold that promised desire and something dangerous at the same time. Her hands and feet were the colour of pure gold while her massive curved black horns jutted from her scalp, arching back from like a deadly crown, there edges sharp like metal. Her hair was thick, wild and dark like a starless sky as she walked seductively into the room. her gold-coloured eyes were mostly trained on Steve who watched her with caution and interest.

Chapter 49. She blinked. ‘What about “Toby”?’ He shook his head. First love… And suddenly it came to him. He typed in a name…was offered the hint again. He tried it again without the capital and he was in. ‘What was it?’ she asked. ‘It’s “harry”. All lower case.’ ‘Harry? Who’s Harry?’ ‘He was a puppy Dad bought him for his fifth birthday. A liver and white springer spaniel. Completely brainless, but it was love at first sight.’

Guess it had helped drown out the thief’s screams. “Hey, I found this outside,” I said to the lady at the front desk. “Would you make sure it gets back to the owner, please?” I had to hurry this the hell up. My wolf clawed at my insides to find the omega and claim her as ours. My whole world narrowed down to getting to the omega before some other alpha beat me to it. “Of course.” She gave me a bright smile, fluffing up her brown hair. “Thanks.”

Clad in a black tattered dress that hung loosely from her frail frame, she appeared weak and weary, her arms and legs tattooed with intricate and strange markings. Kaelric slightly tilted his head to make out her face but long tangled curls of deep brown hair formed a wild curtain that obscured her face, beckoning further curiosity. “For f-forty thousand g-gold coins.” The goblin set the price higher than other magical relics auctioned. “What?! I have seen prettier-looking women than this twig!” The Minotaur ruler spat. “Hmm, she’d make a fine slave.” Alpha Thane denoted. “Have her turn around.” Gryphon King ordered and the globin yanked on the chain around her neck, nudging her to turn. “Se

Third Person POV Five Years Later A pack of ten children tore through the gardens of Eradrakor. Hatchlings, pups, witches, and hybrids—their small feet padded softly against the earth, and their melodic giggles filled the warm summer air. Leading the charge was Renata, the natural leader of every mischief, followed closely by her brother, Fenris. Even at five years old, Fenris moved with a gravity that suggested he already owned the world. He was, after all, the child of prophecy—the strongest creature ever born. The "Golden Boy" often received special treatment from the court, much to Mira’s lingering displeasure.

Director Bones then starts talking. "What is your name?" "Peter Pettigrew." "Date of birth?" "May 12th of 1960." "Truth serum is confirmed to be working. Wizard in custody identified as Peter Pettigrew." She gives a small pause and continues to question. "Are you an animagus?" "Yes." "Are you a registered animagus?" "No." "What were you doing in the 2nd year male dormitory of Gryffindor's tower?" "I was hiding as a pet rat."

Half‑moon. Not entirely human. Her breathing is ragged, a harsh, animal pant. A low, broken sound trembles in her throat. And her eyes, when they flick to me—just for a heartbeat, through the haze of agony—are not brown. They are fully, brilliantly, impossibly gold. Wolf’s gold. The world stops. *She really isn’t human,* my wolf whispers. With awe. With hunger.

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

She turned back but I shook my head. I must have been hallucinating but that was too random to be a hallucination. I never even thought of the legendary white wolf before so it's so random that I'd imagine something that isn't even in my train of thoughts. We walked back to the pack house in silence, chipping in small talks as we walked. “How is Mummy Gold doing?” Matilda asked. “You know Mummy Gold?” Her laughter was a befitting response. “Yes, she's one of the eldest council members so I doubt anyone doesn't know her. But if you mean before the pack, yes. I've known Mummy Gold long before you were even born.” She chuckled lightly, like she remembered something.