Novel & Cerita Fantastic Beasts Porpentina Goldstein

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.’

The sweet-spicy scent of an omega blooming into heat tickled my nose, and I paused mid-punch. Fuck. There weren’t many omegas, and the alpha wolf in me craved this one already. I grabbed the purse, removed the cash from my wallet, and stuffed it inside. Then I looked for someplace safe, like a store with security cameras or a police station, and ran across the street to a 24-hour gym. I wanted the woman with the kids to get her money back and a bit extra for having to deal with a purse snatcher. Inside, transcendental non-Western music of some kind played over the speakers. Guess it had helped drown out the thief’s screams.

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.

Alora yelled. “What no one else wants!.” He replied. He advanced towards her while Alora calculated her movements. He grabbed her chin and squeezed it tight, tight enough that her bone cracked and she wailed in pain. “That thing that runs in your veins!.” Alora leaned back, pressing her weight on the two ladies, her legs flung in the air trying to kick Marcel, the grip on her arm’s loosen, that was an opportunity she wasn’t gonna let slide. Alora transformed into a gold beast, she snarled at Marcel, her teeth as sharp as razor. Her golden fur shone under the sun.

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.

Fane sighed, doing his best to not have anyone hear him. "I do, but only two of them. The one on the right seems like a three-legged golden bird beast. It's called a flying quill. The one in the middle is a fire and ice wolf. Those two beasts are normally in second-grade worlds." Rudy was surprised at Fane's words and said, "I was just asking, but I didn't expect you to know. Fane, you really are amazing. You're not just strong, but smart as well. You even know beasts from second-grade worlds."