Harry Potter Fanfiction Wbwl Novels & Stories

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

Just spit it out, Harry," Brooklyn said. "Do you believe in supernatural creatures?" Harry asked. "Supernatural creatures?" Brooklyn said and giggled slightly. "Really?" "Brooklyn, I'm being serious," Harry snapped. "They're not real," Brooklyn said. "What if they were." "They're not." "But what if." "But they're not." "Babe, they are." "Harry-" "Shut up," Harry said and sighed. "Werewolves," he said. "Werewolves are real." "You said you didn't want me to freak out, I think you're the one going a bit crazy," Brooklyn said. "This is ridiculous, Harry. Just take me back to school.

"Well, fortunately, Harry has no idea that wolves are actually people." Tbc

“You can’t keep taking these potions; it is unnatural for one to try and suppress their wolf!” Christ, here it comes. “Not suppress, kill.” I correct her, but she does not take it as lightly as I do. “Alba!” “‘Alba’ what? You are a witch that intends to live as a human, and I am a wolf that intends to do the same. Must we play the moral high ground with each other?” “I am not taking dangerous concoctions to suppress my abilities!” “Oh, so we are bragging now?” At my avoidant response, Violet raises her hands in defeat.

Maybe it's out of shape. The Tardigrada monster raised its right hand high and prepared to slash it down. The split second before the claw pierced my body, I aimed the Viglet of Hope at the monster's face. "Vitr Blast!" After the spell left the mouth, a white aura immediately gathered at the wand's tip. The wind clumped up to form a vortex the size of a baseball. I shot the wisp of wind right at the bear monster's face. At the same time, I took a deep breath before finally sinking myself to the bottom of the river.

she muttered, tears lining her eyes as she thought of what I was suggesting. “We have no other choice,” I countered, feeling guilty that I was pointing her through her worst fear. “You remember what happened the last time,” she pleaded. “This will be different, I believe in you,” I said immediately, placing my hand on her shoulders. “I trust you, Blair, and I know that you have been practising,” I muttered. She sniffled, “What if I can’t stop them?” she asked, looking at me with worry in her eyes. I understood her worry, rising an army of the dead was a gamble, it could corrupt the soul. Blair had been captured by a group of witches, who practiced dark magic, for years, she had been forced t

The potion wouldn’t do much for her, and drinking it would simply be a waste. Hearing her explanation, Gray Wolf finally gave in. He took the bowl and, without waiting for it to cool, drank it all in one go, completely unfazed by the strange concoction he had once been wary of. *** Author: Both the male and female lead only think of each other. Their love is truly beautiful!

When that happens, well—we already knew what they did with hybrids around here, and Hailey will be punished for mere association. I didn’t even want to think about what they would do to Elijah. I refuse to sit back and watch that moron that is supposed to be out alpha, destroy the lives of my best friends. I let out a slow breath, my eyes fixed on the potion in my hand. It was midnight-blue, laced with threads of silver and gold, shimmering like it was alive—restless, waiting. Now, the worst part wasn’t the lack of sleep or the way Hailey’s hands kept shaking like her bones were rattling under her skin. It wasn’t even the fact that she couldn’t eat more than two bites of food without looking

Boil, boil, the cauldron smoked and steamed into the room. Willow stirred the brew. Her mother looked over her shoulder to see how the color looked. When Willow stopped stirring, then added a pinch of sage, then a bat wing, her mother screamed at her. “Willow, stop!” It was too late to stop the potion from blowing up. Red, green, and yellow blew all over the hut. Willow looked at her mother, then at the remaining liquid. A face appeared to be looking at her. Willow gasped when she looked into his gray-blue eyes. In that moment, she knew this man would be the love of her life.

Had his heightened hearing caught Blair’s suggestion of pups? "You look as though you've seen a ghost, or perhaps a vision of the future," Blair whispered, her grin widening. "Does the idea of a little Roman running around the Vale Compound frighten you that much?" "It doesn't frighten me," Willow murmured, her voice barely a breath. "It’s just... everything has changed so fast. A moon ago, I was looking for an exit. Now, I can't imagine breathing air he hasn't scented first."