Harry Potter Ancient Animagus Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I shake my head- I am not going to let her foolish words bother me Soon we got home and … Harry, that sentimental fool, rushes toward Alora like a moth to flame. The guards try to stop him - they know better than to let anyone near those silver chains - it is highly refined silver that even I cannot afford to touch my skin. But Harry pushes through the guard with a strength I didn't think he still possessed even after his wolf has been lost "My little girl," he almost cries- eww, pathetic.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

I whispered, resting my forehead against his. The change was slow. His breathing steadied, his muscles relaxed beneath my touch. Then came the glow, the soft golden shimmer of shifting. “Alora,” Harry said urgently, “Move back. Now.” I obeyed, stumbling to my feet as Morgan began to transform. Fur melted into skin, claws into hands, fangs retreating into soft lips. My eyes turned to meet a very naked man crouched on the floor. “You’re… um… naked.” I said, my face turning red with embarrassment.

I mused, running my fingers through Jennifer’s silky hair as we lounged in bed. Jennifer giggled, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, I bet there is. We just need to find the right incantation.” We spent the next hour researching ancient spells and rituals on Jennifer’s laptop, giggling like schoolchildren as we stumbled upon various occult websites. Finally, we found something that seemed promising – an ancient Celtic spell that was said to allow two lovers to temporarily swap bodies under the light of the full moon.

And especially not with the upcoming war between both our packs. Henry took a step then another, before I snapped around and muttered the first spell that came to mind. The spell was a cloaking transformation chant Seraphina had warned was unpredictable. "Sireth ra'avel morse, veil my flesh, mask my core". The words slipped out in the ancient tongue and the spell surged, wrapping around me like a tidal wave. My bones shifted and my scent dulled. My hair drained its colour into a muted brown while my eyes darkened, height shrinking slightly until my reflection would be unfamiliar even to me.

Mory gasped and grunted incoherently while Haldir laid his claim on the only thing that's ever really belonged to him. His hips rose high in the air while he searched for more power before he drove himself deep inside her so hard that the bed bounced across the floor. Haldir heard every word Mory said and tey terrified him. He lived in a world of magic and the unexplainable and no matter what he said, he believed her. He could feel her slipping away from this world like water cupped in his hands.

And, in an instant, flashes of memories filled her mind-the great power, the sound of ancient spells, the bloody battles, and her mother who had to burn alive after being captured and tried as a witch by the man currently standing in front of her. However, the skirmish that had just taken place had done more than just unlock Raven's memories. Unbeknownst to them, the ancient magic sealed by the Blaise family's ancestors had begun to weaken. Inside an old room hidden deep within a remote castle, the ancient symbols that had for centuries sealed away dark entities began to tremble, losing their light one by one. The hidden power slowly rose, emitting a black aura that felt cold and threatening

"That's—no. That's not possible. I'm not changing into something. I've always been—" "What?" Darius broke in. I scowled at him. He leaned forward suddenly. "What you are becoming," he repeated, gaze locked on my face. Then, without hesitation… "You're Ancient." The word cracked through me. I froze so hard my bones felt stunned. "No," I whispered. "I can't be. I can walk under the sun without the ring…" "Your blood craving—" "Stop," I snapped. Makeh lifted one hand. "No." We both swung toward her.

That cruel, yet the monster in his nightmare was his fear! Finally, he compelled his muscles to move. He couldn't just let these shadows crush him that easily, he had to fight for Anna. He swiveled like an old man, and Harry blinked rapidly into the bright light of the cave from the outside that bounces back at the edge of its niche. Harry was unable to get a clear view of the woman in front of the shadows, left him, and went to her side lurking and humming. Lady Magda had gone too far, this time even the unknown inside the cavern was silent, the only sound he could hear was the murmuring of the ancient unfamiliar language of Lady Magda, her tongue condemning him, and was beyond his knowledg

She yelled and try to walk away but not so fast as Harry grabbed her. And it all happened once,he sent all the makeup kits on the table crushing and breaking on the floor, he placed her on the table and whirled her around so he could have her back, he lifted her gown to her waist level and came behind her. He tore her pant,he was so angry.. His animalistic urge had taken over him. "I will show you how a beast behaves" he whispered huskily into her ears making her shiver,his hand grabbed her face and crushed his lips with hers,all bethels pleas fell on deaf ears as Harry was already consumed with his dark past.