Harry Potter Black Lion Animagus Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

“And being in pain… Harry talking to me. But…” “That is a lot,” Harry assured him. “That is a lot, for now, my love. It is more than before, and I am…” They could not finish the sentence because of the tears. “I was small and then big because you shifted in your sleep. I awoke surrounded by fur.” “A werewolf,” Jules concluded. “No,” Harry shook their head. “No, my beloved. You were a dragon. A furred dragon.” “A furred dragon,” Sigrid repeated.

I asked Lexus in a low voice, but he also looked confused. Just when we thought things might get more complicated, Black Wolf takes a shocking turn. Its body began to slowly twist and deform, and I could hardly believe what I was seeing. The black wolf turned into a woman. Her skin was as pale as snow, she was wearing a shimmering silver dress, and her long black hair fell around her shoulders. Her eyes, deep green and bright, are looking at us. I was completely stunned and overwhelmed. "This... what kind of magic is this?" I asked stutteringly, unable to believe the scene before me.

I was so nervous, but I had to push my fear aside and do this now or else it will be too late! I can do this. I needed to do this. “Evera, now!” I linked with my wolf and seconds later, my bones are cracking into the right places, my limbs are lengthening, my claws are coming out, and when I turned to where the rogues were, they were staring at me wide-eyed and maniac. Kylo looked terrified and devastated at the same time, like he was scared for me, but also as if he hated himself for not being able to protect me enough.

To make her mate furious, she adds extra juice. “She claims that Alpha Lucero gave it to her, but we all know she’s lying. She probably stole it. We have to take it from her.” That gets his attention. He looks up in surprise. Felix spat out his wine in shock. "A black card?" His expression changes. In his whole life, he had only seen a black card a few times. He himself couldn’t afford a black card, but Anais had one? Immediately, his attitude changed. He doesn't ask about Fiona anymore. He doesn't ask why they were fighting.

His paws, massive and powerful, left deep impressions in the sand, yet he didn’t sink a single inch, as though the desert had no power over him. His thick, fiery tail swished through the air, leaving trails of scorched sand in its wake. I shivered at the sheer size of the beast. “It’s a black lion… covered in flames?” Pelin said, stunned this time. “Yes. It seems so,” I replied, unable to look away from the beast. “Any last words?” she asked jokingly, giving me a gentle shove in the side. “I’d rather not,” I admitted with a smirk. Her laughter was brief, then she whispered, “We can’t fight them both. What if that scorpion stings when we are not looking?”

What was she doing? ‘And are you really going to let your granddaughter shift back naked? I’m worried.’ ‘No, Lumia!’ I fought back. ‘I can do it. Tell him I can do it!’ Aelius glared at her. He was not fooled. ‘An ancient wolf like you does not care about that,’ he said. ‘And if by chance your thinking has become more modern, I will tell you that she will still not be naked. This is a magical realm. She will shift back the same way she has shifted the first time, and because she has my blood, I know she can fight Baelor.’

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO AREOLA’S POV I was still holding Leo’s lifeless body when some armed men came towards me in their house. “He is not an animal,” they scoffed, jumping on their horses. I don’t know if I should be angry at them for thinking he was an animal for them laughing about it. “You killed him,” I growled, getting angry. I was already losing to my wolf, when one came closer to me, and whispered to my ear.

This, this right here wasn't what I needed to hear, this wasn't it at all, I shoved the cup into his hand and hurriedly went to the main ballroom where Tristan and the rest of the people I knew were. “I understand sign language, I just saw Luna Aurora telling her ex husband that the Lycan King is color blind,” That was the first thing I heard from a group of ladies when I stood at the back of Tristan. “Is the Lycan really color blind? A man that can't see colors? How did he become the Lycan? He should answer to the council, He has deceived us, I feel it's just a rumor,” Anger washed over Tristan's face as he turned to look at me.

Her bright blue eyes shimmer under the moonlight, and she looks so much like me in that moment, it steals my breath. The energy in the air shifts. It pulses. Builds. A hush falls over the crowd, and I can feel the eyes of our friends, our family, on them. Everyone is holding their breath. Leo moves first. His body trembles, his spine arches, and I hear the sharp intake of breath as his bones begin to shift and reform. It’s fast, smoother than I expect, and within moments, where my son stood is now a towering Lycan. His fur is deep grey, almost black, and he’s massive, taller than most of the warriors in the pack already. His eyes, still his eyes, scan the crowd for a heartbeat before settlin

Never in her life had she been attracted to someone's voice like this before. "It's not just a pet," The King mused. "What is it then? You know how much we hate humans!" The blond guy said rather coldly, glaring at his father. "This girl here is a trial for you both," The King proclaimed. "Let's drop the riddles, father." The Black haired guy said in a low tone as if he was threatening his father, his sharp eyes held a calm savagery in them. "Draco, my son." The King gushed with the proudest smile while looking at the black-haired guy.