Harry Potter Can See Magic Fanfiction

“I, Helena, omega of the crescent moon pack, reject you, Liam, alpha of the crescent moon pack as my mate! I don’t want you! I don’t need you!” I screamed at him. I didn’t care that I was standing in the centre of the so-called celebrations. The slap rang throughout the room and burned my cheek. “You can’t reject me! You are nothing!” I could see the battle raging inside him and at that moment hatred won. But the words had been spoken. He could either accept them or he could try to chase after me! His Beta took a step closer and whispered something in Liam’s ear before he nodded. “I, Liam, Alpha of the crescent moon pack, accept your rejection and exile you from the pack! You will be stripped of what little rank you might have had. The warriors will make sure that you take nothing of value and they will escort you out of our territory!” His eyes flashed with hatred.

They made a deal... He would act as her boyfriend to defuse the scandal that went on about her while she wouldn't reveal his vampire identity to everyone. But little did she know that she'd start falling for her fake boyfriend who couldn't reciprocate her feelings for him because he was a vampire that was placed under a curse to kill anyone he falls in love with.

The new intern, Cynthia Joller, had posted about me online, claiming the company had made them use their leave for team building. No one wanted to fly all the way to an island to spend time with colleagues. However, what the internet did not know was that our company's team-building tradition involved booking a top-notch five-star resort every year: all-inclusive, family-friendly, with an extra three days of paid leave, and a $30,000 budget per person. The whole internet dubbed me a cold-blooded capitalist, so I decided to give in to their demands and issued a notice. [In response to employee feedback and to honor personal time, this year's team-building retreat has been canceled. Instead, a $500 allowance for personal travel will be provided.] The notice stirred up a commotion in the company. Long-time employees gathered at my office door, pleading for the return of the sunny Madiles retreat.

Arya caused under her breath, her life couldn't get harder. Was she caused by the moon goddess? The question she couldn't answer. A life of misery but saw solace when she finally met her mate. A small smile encircled her lips, she couldn't remember when last she smiled, not until the Alpha rejected her.``I Damian Thorne the Alpha of Ember moon pack rejects Arya Scotler as my mate" she sucks back to her mystery. She feeds from the pack carrying a pup within her. Encircled by a second chance mate who welcomes her but was bitten by the Vernon of his arranged mate. Will she survive the torture? What will become of her when she is set up by her second chance arranged mate? Will she ever be loved? Will she ever find love?

She was supposed to marry for love and lose everything to her mate and best friend in a cruel betrayal. But this time, she’ll rewrite her fate and burn everything first. Aria’s second chance was never about love — until the Lycan King shows up, claiming her as his mate. He wants to protect her. She wants blood. Only one of them is ready for what comes next.

In that moment, our lips were only a breath's distance apart. Antonio's eyes held an unspeakable yearning. His gaze dropped to my lips, his intentions evident. My own desire mirrored his, creating a powerful magnetism. Just as he closed the distance, I placed my free hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. "Antonio," I murmured, my voice trembling, "We can't..." He froze in place, his warm breath caressing my lips. His eyes held my reflection in them, fluttered shut for a moment as he absorbed my words. I saw a flicker of pain, quickly masked by a stoic calm. He nodded slightly. "I understand," he replied, quietly. His voice was steady, betraying none of the emotions I knew must have been roiling beneath his suave facade. "You aren't going to ask me why?" I asked him, my voice barely a whisper. Antonio smiled, a sad, understanding smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I'm not," he said slowly, "because I understand that you have a valid reason for your actions." "Antonio," I swallowed hard, my voice unsteady, "I...I am getting married tomorrow, to Alpha Boris." His eyes widened slightly, the shock of my revelation clear. "You are the future Luna…" he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. His fingers clenched into fists at his sides. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wilhelmina Growler is a force to be reckoned with, a fierce and dominant female werewolf. Her unyielding determination to become the alpha of her pack, the Gravemaw Hounds. However, her aspirations are cut short when shortly after becoming the Beta, Alpha Boris Gravemaw demotes her and forces her as his Luna. The night of the highly anticipated Moon Goddess' Ball, Wilhelmina's world is turned upside down when she discovers that Antonio Lothian, the Lycan Prince, is her destined mate.

Five years ago, Emeline Maxwell fled her fated mate and his pack in the middle of the night, saved at the border by her brother, who took her home to safety. Five years of healing, five years of pain... and she then found her second chance mate, a feat that many didn't even believe possible, in the last place she expected. In the middle of a summit to better support werewolf and Lycan unity. The Lycan King was her second chance mate. Not everyone was happy with this arrangement; traditionalists called it traitorous, and her first mate had his own 'concerns'. Can Emeline and Theodore make it? That's the question.

When the Stellers take in the five-year-old Lucian, they doesn't realize the looks could be deceiving. He is a beast–a predator–devised to kill. Things take a turn when it is time for his first shift. Prince Lucian Armand Orszak–the only heir to the Lycan throne is on the run with his guardian Dimitri Van Speybroeck. Lucian is forced to leave the place and the people he has known for his entire life at five. When his guardian is attacked and left immobile, Lucian finds himself on the streets. Now living alone, rummaging through the garbage bins for food, he is abducted by a child trafficking group and witness a young girl being attacked. He saves her risking his life. He is taken in by her kind family, but everything changes when he hits puberty. He does not understand the change he is going through or know the reason for unheard beasts attacking him out of the blue. What happens now with his enemies closing in on him and his feelings towards his childhood friend have changed to something different? Plus his biological parents are also after him.

One girl. Three monsters. A debt signed in blood. I thought the worst thing about returning to the Blackwood estate was facing the step-brothers who hated me. I was wrong. After my father's mysterious death, I've been summoned back to the ancestral manor in the heart of the Bavarian Alps, and this time it’s not as an heir, but as a prisoner. Killian, Malachi, and Rodger are no longer the boys I grew up with. They're Lycan royalty now: cold, lethal, and devastatingly beautiful. Now, they blame my bloodline for the curse that's killing their pack. Killian, the tattooed Alpha with an ice-cold soul, wants me broken, while Malachi, the silent enforcer, wants me silenced, and Rodger, the golden-eyed devil, wants me ruined. They've claimed me as their "Caged Bride"—their plaything, their captive, and their only hope for an heir. Their bloodline is dying, and they need a catalyst. A human girl who can carry an Alpha's mark without burning out. When Killian dragged me to the North Tower and pressed me against the cold stone, I begged. I promised everything. "Anything?" he whispered, his thumb tracing my lip. I told him I'd kill myself before I let them touch me. He kissed me like he'd been waiting a decade for permission to ruin me. Now, as the moon rises and the heat takes hold, the line between revenge and obsession blurs. In this house of wolves and secrets, the brother I hate most might be the only one who can keep me alive. The hunt has begun, and I'm the prize.

I went into labor at the same time as the woman next door. My husband took me to the hospital, but I delivered a stillborn child. Instead of comforting me, he lashed out, "Did you mess around while you were pregnant? Is that why you gave birth to such a monster?" I lost my baby, my name was dragged through the mud, and I was forced to divorce him and leave with nothing. One day, I happened to overhear my husband speaking to the neighbor: "Good thing we swapped your stillborn baby with May's healthy one. If your in‑laws had looked closely, they would have realized the dead baby was actually ours." That was when I finally understood the truth. They had been involved long before. He pushed me on purpose, causing premature labor, just so they could take my healthy baby and give me her dead one. When I confronted them, they held me down in the bathtub and drowned me. Yet when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I went into early labor. This time, I'll make sure she gives birth to that stillborn child. This time, I will expose them both for their affair and for what they did to me.