Harry Potter Mattheo Novels & Stories

Ken felt so happy to hold his mate after a long time waiting. Mew on the other hand in his pack house sitting beside the mother of his kids and his lovely mate Filo, by holding her hand. Healers said she was in this state because of too much exhaustion. Still, Mew can't believe that his mate is here with him flesh, blood, and alive. Flin and Sam came back yesterday, they were too here with him waiting for Filo to open her eyes. The strong rotten smell from his mate making obvious that she was still in the spell of black people. So he was so worried about what will happen when she opens his eyes.

Nobody was created or was born naturally crazy. It's just that they created their illusion because of the environment they grew up in and the way people around them brought them up. It's their choice that they decided to act crazy when reality they are not. However, if they want to remain crazy then I will go crazy with them. Coming out of my thoughts I glare at Ambrose. "Then you should have looked for Hailey to take his head. I am Sr. Claire NaronzoThe woman in service of God. Not a mate. Not a creature like you or the bloody Jenna Harrison." I said and straighten my clothes.

"Let's hope not, because this one is extremely strong,'' Matthew said. Matthew was a warlock, born from a noble family, that severed in giving back to the earth. He had salt and pepper hair, his beard was almost grey, with dark chocolate eyes held years, and his lean body suited him well. When the two arrived at the scene, Karl gasped in awe and stepped back in fear. The witch's head snapped up to the sound. ‘’Well, it looks like I won't be going anywhere for a while," she sighed, dropping Scott like a rag doll. "Take this, sprinkle it on your hands, go wolf and claw her on any part of her body that you can get," Matthew told Karl. Without question, he did what he was told. This caused the w

His hands were stuffed in his pockets, a smirk painted on his face. ‘You’re damn early,’ I thought. Matheó didn’t move. His eyes flicked over me, assessing. Then shifted to Anna, who’d just appeared behind me with Yvonne in tow. “Long time, cousin,” Matheó drawled, voice smooth like poison. “Heard you were playing hero to broken things again.” My gut clenched, “Leave. Now.” He took a slow step forward, “I’m not here to fight, Mattias.”

human. "Mate!" My wolf growled.

Nicholas swore and drove towards the hill. “I’ve had enough of this,” Matthias remarked. He turned around and stared directly at the Hounds chasing them. “Screw you.” Callie hadn’t known much about Matthias’s magical aptitude was. She should’ve given him more attention. His hands glowed bright with magic as he clapped his hands together and the ground rumbled. It felt like an earthquake.

She asked loudly, waiting for him specifically to answer. War sighed, hating how all of this was turning out. His wolf just wanted to grab their mate and go but unfortunately, it was just not that easy. Not to mention she was upset. "Pomelia is my mate...my name is War from Bane pack," he explained to her, knowing he should just get that out of the way immediately. Bane pack was infamous...not a place where anyone wanted to brag about, at least not in such a holy place.

She hissed. King Lam frowned and stepped forward, approaching Mathew and standing in front of him. "I don't know who you actually are but I believe what you have isn't evil so, I stand with you. Don't let me down." Lam said patting Mathew's shoulder. Mathew just smiled and stared at Lam's eyes for a second. He was surprised when he could actually hear his real feelings and not his thoughts. He was startled but didn't show it on the outside moreover he was glad that whatever Lam said were actually genuine.

It had been seven long years since I last saw him clearly. However, when I reached Rowan’s villa, just as I was about to knock, I froze. From inside, I heard breathless sounds. I tilted my head, listened carefully, and glanced up at the familiar entrance to make sure I hadn’t gone to the wrong place. “How about it, Rowan? Isn’t it more thrilling for us to mate in our true wolf forms?” That voice… It belonged to my younger sister, Evelyn Dougherty! “Tell me, Rowan,” Evelyn gasped between breathy moans, “Who do you like being with more? Me or my sister, Mia?”

he says, "I knew this day would come. To witness the changes in you nags me that you're a werewolf, and you're not meant to stay by my side forever. I miss my little devil, too." "Who said I'm not meant for that? And you thought I left you? Of course, I did but not forever. Stop being emotional. You might lose hair and get bald." "You scoundrel..." Then he taps my back. "Hey, you're not alone?" "Oh, right." Matheo arrived and I introduced him to Cormelio. "It's a pleasure to meet you!" Matheo greeted. They shake hands, then I notice Cormelio's poise and twinkling eyes. He whispers,