Harry Potter Moony Novels & Stories

Rita The library’s towering shelves cast long shadows as Rita and Derek walked side by side, their conversation a careful dance of half-truths. "Mugwort enhances dream magic," Derek said, fingers trailing along a dusty spine. "But it’s the timing of the harvest that most witches overlook." Rita nodded absently. "Gogo always picks it under a waxing moon." "Smart woman." Derek shot her a sidelong glance. "You seem better today." "I am."

THE MOON CURSE Death…… She had no idea if it was just her, but Shirley could feel she could hear death's voice. Feel it hovering in the atmosphere, with its sharp claws and fangs looking for the next person to take along with her. She had felt it that night, a few weeks ago, minutes before her best friend died. Anita……

All the more it is hard to ignore that calling. I nodded. "And the cure?" "Monkshood. They put it on the wound or drink it if they could even swallow the nasty liquid." she grimaced as though she tasted it herself. But I cannot say, the matters of learning in that forsaken tower of Carale were beyond what I know.

Her mind was completely blank. The door opened and a tall man with dark hair walked in. He was wearing a suit and looked very important. "You're awake," the man said with a smile. "I'm so happy to see you're getting better." "Who are you?" Maya asked, her voice weak. "My name is Harry," the man said. "I'm the Alpha of the Moonglow Pack. I've been taking care of you for the past few months." "Few months?" Maya said, confused. "What happened to me?"

The kind of smile that promised chaos. “Tomorrow,” he murmured to the moonlight. “Tomorrow, I’ll make him look at me.” And with that vow burning like embers in his chest, Damien vanished into the night.

Harry dug his fingernails into the palms of his hands before jerking his head in the affirmative to the Mad One's question. "So, you're a moron, Harry of the Red Moon pack," Black growled through his teeth. Then he slowly uncrossed his arms and took three steps back. "Show me your wolf, Harry." A nervous spasm made the corners of Harry's mouth twitch. The Mad One had purposely not used his title to address him. Did he want to see his wolf? So be it. Black would understand why no one was more qualified to be the head of the Red Moon than he was.

Of course, that also shielded him from me behind the wall of rainbow silk Alphas. You’d think that I was the big bad wicked one. “You can’t mean that you like that bastard?” Moon growled, nuzzling his head under my chin. “Aye, he looks like Soon to be king Charming, but I promise you, he’s more the bad boy who’ll let you down when it counts.” I got Moon’s chin, tipping up his head. “I take it you know him?” “I hate him.” I startled, but before I could ask Moon what in the sorceresing hell he meant, Morag clapped her hands and stood. The music shut off, and the Alphas prowled back to their seats.

(I know) "I apologize for my male, Luna. He tends to be very mischievous." Moira confesses, her accent is very thick and foreign to me just like Phobos's. "Oh no, it is quite all right. I do not mind." I am quick to ease her tension, I adore pups I see them as not harmful or annoying. They are gifts of the moon are they not? There is an abrupt silence that engulfs the crowd as they view me with awestruck eyes.

The ensuing mushroom cloud obliterated structures, melted stone, and scorched the earth—a grim testament to the organization's demise. The once formidable Moony Organization met its end in the Southern Ice Fields, a fate unforeseen even by its leader in death. From a distant vantage point, Black Maple Master observed the chaos through a high-powered telescope, his heart sinking. "Alexander, that monster," he muttered, "even the madman Master Moony couldn't defeat him. Who else stands a chance?" Black Maple Master's hope to reach for the jade pendant in Alexander's possession dwindled, realizing the futility of relying on his own half-crippled state. Despair settled in as he departed the obse

"Why did she…" "Because of me. Because of what I did to you." My stomach dropped. "What you did to me?" He stood. Paced. Ran a hand through his hair. For the first time since I'd known him, Lucien Blackwood looked uncertain. "The night you came here. The full moon. I wasn't in control. My wolf was too close to the surface and you…" He stopped. "You calmed something I've never been able to control. And when we were together, something happened that I didn't intend."