Romans & histoires Harry Potter Black Lion Animagus Fanfiction

I hope I didn't get myself into too much trouble my first day here. What a way to start things off. "And you, where did you run off to?" The black lion, a very rare breed indeed and thought to be extinct from the earth realm sidled over to my side looking sheepish. "He likes the flowers princess. Whenever he walks in the garden he goes into a daze and it's hard to get him out." "Oh really? You know him pretty well huh."

“Trust me, Alex isn’t bad, and enough of the Slytherin bashing. Plus, you’re the one wearing the skin of the humans’ belief in the good mage.” Siobhanny covered her face with her hands and burst into sobs. “How could I’ve been so wrong, prejudiced, fill in your own boring blank?” She peeked up through her — crocodile — tears, and I crossed my arms. “It’s almost like sorcereses haven’t been waging war with mages for centuries or being attacked by wolves.” I snorted. “When were you attacked by a wolve?” Harry’s robes bled into a scarlet hood, when a wicker basket now swung over a slender arm. I gaped at the butthole LLRH, as she slyly studied me back.

I warn, meaning it, at the same time trying not to show him how much of an effect Peyton has on me because I don't want her dead. "You're no fit for an Alpha, Killian. You're still that vulnerable boy who's scared shitless of his dad." Black says with a thick voice full of malice. These words cut deep through because the bastards know how to hit where it hurts. "Who are you?" I growl, my body invigorating for war. Because he sounds like someone close to me. Black stops heading towards Peyton's wolf who's taking fast gallops towards my side, then he shifts into his human form, stunning the shit out of my senses because the person who has made himself my enemy, is no other person than Harry He

“My son’s father used to love ripping people’s heads. Today, I’m going to do it.” "Wh...what?" “Amato Animo Animato Animagus,” I whispered before shifting into a black wolf with golden eyes. “Aaaahhhhhh,” he screamed, moving back. Without wasting time, I lunged at her neck, digging my canine inside; I bit her. He shouted, cried, tried to fight, and yearned in pain, but I showed him no mercy. I pulled his flesh out of his neck and bit again and again until his neck was finally out of his body.

Without making a sound, he slipped away, disappearing into the shadows. While Lucian was lost in happiness, immersed in the kiss and the taste of his own blood being drunk by the woman he loved, Vlad descended the stairs of the mansion. In the middle of the hall, his body began to change. His bones cracked, his skin dissolved into sleek black fur. Within seconds, where the Prince of Darkness had stood, there was now a majestic black panther with glowing red eyes. The panther shook its head, sniffing the air. From inside the office fireplace, Ignatius’s blue flame roared to life, crackling loudly.

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?”

She's mine. I climb, slowly and carefully, my coils wrapping the trunk, dodging the last of her barbs. The air grows heavy with her presence. It's wild, defiant and intoxicating. My hands are inches from her perch when a roar splits the night. "Coilheart!" Hadrian's voice thunders, shaking the leaves. I hiss in anger, twisting to look down. The lion king storms into the clearing, his golden eyes blazing, flanked by Fenrick's black wolf form and Nythor's white striped tiger. Three against one. Again.

Chapter 29 Luke Pov “It feels good to be back home.” I said excitedly as I sat on the couch. The maid offered me a glass of water, I stared at her and let out a soft smile, I feel very excited because I’m back to take what’s mine and this time no one can stop me. “Everywhere looks so new.” Arnold said to me as he looked around. Arnold is my very close friend all he has always dreamt off is how he will become my right hand man when I finally get what’s truly mine that’s becoming ‘The Lycan king’.

His hot breath caressed my skin in ways that made me woozy with desire, and I found myself giving in, closing my eyes, inching my lips closer too. Just when I was about to give in, a loud, bone-chilling howl ripped through the night air, breaking the spell. I flinched, and Kovu’s grip loosened as his attention snapped to the sound. I finally regained control and struggled free from his grasp, taking deep breaths to calm myself. The howls grew louder. Kovu sniffed the air, then growled, his eyes flashing a bright crimson with rage. “Darius,” he snarled, shifting into his massive Lycan form.

I grumbled. “Well I'm sure that you can tell her later but for now you should be up with the king and tending to his well-being,” she added and I sighed telling her right as I shuffled myself back to the King's section. Knocking on his door and hearing him growl enter I stepped into his room and paused at seeing his huge black-furred Lycan standing there. “Damn you're huge,” I muttered and watched him grin. His leg was still wrapped with bandages and I shook my head.