Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Black Lion Animagus Fanfiction

I nearly topple to my knees to catch my breath, but I manage to stay on my feet long enough to deliver a punch to his jaw. The impact of his face against my knuckles sends pain up my hand all the way to my arm, but he doesn't even stumble back. "That was good," he even says, grinning with a mouthful of blood. "You're getting better." I don't know why, but that comment is enough to unnerve me. Is he making fun of my skills? "Focus!" Legacy, my Lycan, barks at me. I can feel his agitation. "Do not let anything distract you!"

he replied. Another wolf lunged. Hunter shifted partially—his claws extending, eyes glowing—but not fully into a wolf. Strange. He moved like a trained fighter. Within seconds, two wolves lay unconscious. “We have to keep moving,” I said. Duncan’s massive black wolf appeared behind us. Bigger than the others. Stronger. His eyes locked onto mine. “You belong to me!” he roared in human voice as he shifted back halfway. “I belong to no one!” I shouted back.

It was a feeling that I had longed for all my life, and it made me want to fight even harder for my place in the pack. I couldn't help but think about how cute and innocent she was. Her small frame, her big black eyes, and her toothy grin all came together to create an irresistible charm that made my heart melt. I couldn't believe that she was the daughter of a cruel and evil evil like Atlas. How could someone so pure and innocent be related to someone so cruel and vicious? As I reminisced about Aurora's visit, her image kept flashing through my mind. Her long black hair cascading down her back, her tiny fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress, and her feet shuffling along the floor as s

Daran said in annoyance. Watching their argument, I could only grin awkwardly. What did they say? Bride? Had news of me really spread to the corners of the wizarding world? “Thank goodness you’re here,” Snowy said. “I wouldn’t know what I would have done if it was a warlock or a wizard.” “Would you not want a warlock?” I asked curiously. The black cat that had been following us had scratched my pants. It whined like a child. “We all hate warlocks, Miss. They’re so cunning and lowly. I don’t want to be near them.”

I told him with my eyes turning blue. Immediately he saw the colour of my eyes, he became afraid immediately. "That's it. That was the same colour of eyes she had. I swear, they were shining and so dangerous. She's evil… with just a finger, she sent everyone flying in the air." He said, and my eyes widened in shock. No ordinary lycan can do that, then what time of lycan is she? "If you're lying to me." "I would never lie to you, I dare not. I think she tried shifting, but couldn't. I didn't know what went wrong, but even after she passed out, no one could come closer to her. I tried, but I couldn't."

For a moment, I stared up at the sky whilst running. The moon hung low in the sky, its soft glow illuminated the dark forest slightly. Looking up at it on a normal night would have made me happy, but now, it felt like I was being hunted down. Literally. ‘Moon goddess, all I want is freedom. To get away from the people that brought me nothing but pain, but why do you keep allowing them to win?’ I screamed inwardly. All I and my wolf, Heather, wanted was someone who actually loved us. A mate, maybe even a child and a very happy me, but why was things turning out this way?

And at the far end, on a raised platform, sat a throne of black iron. And on that throne sits a tall, muscular man, The Lycan King. Kieran Blackthorn. The Beast King. I forgot to breathe. He is not what I expected. The stories painted him as a monster, something barely human. But the man before me was nothing like an animal. He was young, perhaps only a few years older than I am. He is devastatingly beautiful in the way dangerous things are beautiful, sharp and perfect and absolutely terrifying.

Although it was only a little bit, and it was fleeting, there was clearly something strange about it. "Meow..." Black Lion slowly climbed onto Yan Ruyou's shoulder and looked at the back of Zephyr Khan in a trance. "He wants me to be his woman... Black Lion, do you believe him...?" "Meow..." Black Lion let out a meow, and the cat's eyes seemed to be shining with approval. When she heard Black Lion's voice, a beautiful arc flashed across the corner of Yan Ruyou's mouth, as if there was a hint of a smile in it...

One brown-nosed guard announced, kissing the tight knot of his knees as I swept past hurriedly, creeping toward the black horse that was standing majestically under the fluorescent of the keep’s searchlight. It was certain that I would have Raya Banks writhing underneath my weight by sunrise. I hooked my leg over the dark horse’s large room, pulling on the reigns and bucks on the animal until it settled restlessly. I pumped my fists once, raising my hand high above my head and damned near falling off the horse when we took off, Hagrid’s leather-smooth face darting in and out of shadows behind me as Draco flanked us. The dungeon boy had his uses.

Black veins slowly spread beneath her skin, her fingernails lengthened, turning black as obsidian. Something invisible seemed to be tearing her heart apart from the inside yet instead of fear... The pain only made her hatred stronger. Her eyes gradually turned crimson, the color of someone who had surrendered herself completely to vengeance. Then... CRACK. A painful sound echoed from her body, her bones shifted and her .uscles twisted — Lily transformed into her wolf form but something was wrong, her fur appeared scorched, as though it had been burned by invisible flames.