Hairy Potter Novels & Stories

At the same time in a different place. "Are you sure you have dreamed like that?" asked a man with blue hair at night. "Absolutely sure! I'm not going to lie this time," said the long-haired man. "Don't fight, what about a cube witch?" said the man with night blue hair with white gradations. "Hey! Squirrels, you dream the same don't!" asked the long-haired man. "I dreamed it last night," "Guess what, are we magicians? We will have power?" asked the man with the blue hair at night.

And you would have been killed had I not been here. "So I'm supposed to thank you,dear dark lord,for saving my life," she coughed pushing his hand away as she felt some sparks when he touched her. He was the cutest creature she had seen so far. He had red eyes like a ruby gem,his blonde hair was long reaching his shoulder,his skin was pure white which would definitely glow as a lamp in the dark.He was also tall with broad shoulders,his packs were still so visible even with the black hoodie he wore

They stood in two queues, left and right, some of them holding a long stick having a round glass ball of dark color attached to the top of it. As he was stepping down the stairs, his aura spread drastically in the environment. His sight fell on us as he walked in between the queue. His hair was long, even twice his tall height, perfectly braided and carried by his one hand like something precious. For him, there was a saying that his whole magical powers and knowledge were collected in that braid. His eyelashes were long and thick with dark black eyebrows. His pupils were golden in color and his complexion was fairly bright contrasting with his jet black hair. Perfectly called beast and wiza

If it wasn’t an Alpha then he must be a powerful Lycan to be able to have so much control over the mind of a half-wolf. “GIVE ME A FUCKING NAME, HARRY,” I yelled, my voice echoing across the room. My fangs were out and I was ready to tear him to pieces if he didn’t. My patience was wearing out as well. “Draenei”

A man with golden hair, whom I assumed was his beta, swiftly moved, retrieving a mysterious and ornate pot, intricately adorned with symbols that seemed to pulsate with power. Its presence alone sent shivers through the air, foreshadowing the impending judgment. The beta placed the Pot of Thunder in the centre of the room, its mystique casting an ominous glow. The air grew heavy with anticipation as everyone awaited the unfolding of the supernatural proceedings. "Step closer," Damian instructed, and as the tension lingered in the air, the hesitant men reluctantly approached the pot of thunder, their eyes reflecting both fear and uncertainty. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, and I

One day, his father and his aunt called them to clarify the problem, why , he had to call him uncle most of the time, in which he had to keep up appearances, maybe so thanks to his contacts, they wanted him to know that for the time being, his father could not assume that it was his father, it passed only through his uncle. Hikaru was used to spiders, because the closet was full of bottles of venomous things and spiders, as well as geckos and other critters that were raised loose in the mansion, even so, he was terrible at potions, sometimes in each cauldron, he tried to make a simple potion, but out of it came a monster full of thorns, no matter the private lessons. There the man, the beau

Peter interjected, even more confused. "I don't seek vengeance for family feuds, but that bastard attacked my friend. When I went to retaliate, I discovered he was a lunatic, so I used all my strength to cripple him," Harry explained. "Is your friend alright?" Peter's question made me reassess my perception of his ruthlessness. "She's fine. A skilled healer with a strong foundation in magic," Harry said, referring to Lisa. "What else is in your circle other than werewolf, vampire and magician? Monsters?" Peter, the only human present, was at a loss for words.

"He looks like a snake, ready to bite on your back. Do you know who he reminds me off?" "Who?" "Nagini from Harry Potter. If his nose wasn't that straight, he'd might as well fit voldemort better." "You like Harry Potter?" "Yes! I LOVE Harry Potter." I almost jumped in my spot, drawing out a chuckle from him. "Which of the series is your favorite?" "The first one! I love their innocent, carefree queries in that." I felt him moving, then his breath hit the back of my ear as he whispered. "Just like you." My eyes closed in sheer anguish. Only if he knew how innocent I really was.

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They were putting on dragon-scale armors, which protected them from mage attacks and any other witch incarnations except for powerful curses. “Are you?” My eyes widened as I stared at Hilary, who still had a smile on her face. “Battle Lord Hilary, Alpha Ryu happens to be in his chambers, but we can’t get in without his personal maiden, whom we are yet to find.” I snapped out of the handshake, staggering back to get a full glimpse of her hair. Just as I expected, a three-way ponytail that pointed in three cardinal directions: north, west, and east. The legendary Battle Lord Hilary of the Seven Skulls is known to keep order in the supernatural world.