Harry Potter Raised By Arcturus Black Fanfiction Wbwl Novels & Stories

“I have the same gift, remember? Yours may be stronger, but it’ll still be difficult to read me.” “That’s enough,” I said. “Let her rest.” Emily was the first to leave, disappointment etched clearly on her face. Back in my study, Ark turned to Scar and me. “I lied,” he admitted. “Yes, she blocked her mind, but I broke through.” “What I found,” Ark continued, “was not something I could reveal in front of her.” He paused. “She used black magic to eliminate Emily’s child.” My breath hitched. “And Bee,” he added gravely, “is a black wolf.”

Selene growled low in my mind, sensing the implication – he thought I had come here to spy on Silvano and Aurora. I turned around, meeting his gaze with an unexpected chill in mine. "What are you trying to say?" Harry didn't even have the decency to look embarrassed at being called out. "I just thought someone like you wouldn't be into racing, so I was curious." "Someone like me?" I locked eyes with him, allowing Selene's anger to filter through. "Mr. Blackwood, are we that familiar with each other? Do you know me well enough to make such assumptions? Since you think you understand me so thoroughly, why don't you tell me exactly what kind of person you believe I am?"

“She locked me in a room. Said I was a fool. That getting me away from Blackwood was their real plan. But I waited. I made her think I would cooperate.” Arthur leaned forward, intensity in his voice. “What did you do?” “I fought back,” I whispered. “She had a plan to use me with the dark lord. I don't know what their plan is but I do know they need me alive. When she came in with food, I stabbed her in the eyes with the knife I had hidden. She went feral. We fought. I used my purification magic... it hurt her. It worked. I had her pinned. I made her agree to lift the curse. But before she could, her child attacked me. It bit me. The venom...”

"Once things get out of hand, please leave." He heard a faint "okay" and stepped forward. "Oh? You are ready to put your life on the line for that brat, human?" the black said with a grin that showed his monstrous teeth. "Yes. Fight me and leave her alone," Arthur said coolly. The ground shook when he roared in laughter. "I just hope that you will taste as good as her parents," he said when he regained himself after laughing. "Let's see then," Arthur whispered. He closed his eyes and opened them again. The black wolf was temporarily paralysed at what he saw. "The Spucia," he whispered to himself.

My hair must’ve looked like an after sex haze. “Yes, Dad,” I stepped out from behind Ace’s protective body. “I can decide on my own, and I chose to be with Ace.” They say Arthur Black is a man that can shoot fire with his eyes. At this moment, I can feel his anger radiating from the little distance between us. The blazing rage from his cobalt eyes is not directed at me but towards the man who was standing beside me. Holding my hand in a vice grip as if someone would take me away from him any second.

‘Because she brought back our cub,’ Vasara sighs happily inside my head. Losing Harry took a toll on my wolf also. He wasn’t born from my body, but even my wolf recognised Harry’s wolf as her cub. When we lost him, I almost lost Vasara. If it weren’t for Bane, Bastain’s wolf, my wolf would be gone. Harry was born to be ours, and now we have him back with us; no one will ever take him from us again. Vasara is right about why I don’t want Jenna punished. I don’t want her punished because she brought Harry back to me. She did that just to see me smile, and that says a lot about the girl.

"My lord?" Nyxar turned his gaze toward the bleeding face of the Blood Moon. "That exact pathetic emotion is why Arcturus managed to defeat me all those centuries ago." His crimson eyes narrowed into lethal slits. "And that is precisely why I will personally erase every single trace of it from this world." He stretched out a massive, clawed hand into the air. The surrounding shadows violently swirled together, rapidly condensing into the shape of a colossal, monstrous wolf made entirely of living darkness. Its massive eyes burned brighter than a raging inferno.

My father—always so proud—knelt in the filth, tears pouring down his face. "Wren, I know I failed you. But you have Blackwood blood. You can't let us die!" I stared at their desperate faces. Felt sick. I opened my mouth— And the words I'd held for eighteen years finally came out on their own. My voice was hoarse. But every word was clear as a nail: "My name is Wren." "The moment you put me on that carriage, I stopped being a Blackwood." "You never cared about me. You made me drink potion after potion, taking Seraphina's pain over and over. And in the end, you threw away my life to buy this family a few more years of comfort."

"For me to find this friend of yours, I need something of that person. Cloth, hair strand or anything personal of theirs." Arthur briskly pulled out a strand of Red hair carefully from his pocket. One he had handpicked from Bella's room. "It's a girl..." Sabrina eyed him as she tossed the strand into a wooden bowl. "I need your blood." Arthur obeyed quickly, extending his palm towards the bowl while she made a long cut. Blood flowed from his palm till his hands healed back. She began to mumble incoherent spells till the bowl lit with fire and extinguished itself. She poured tiny droplets of the blood on Northwest Virginia map before mumbling another spell.

“You want me to pretend she was a saint? She killed herself over nothing, son. If you hate me because of her, then you are wrong. You don't know the full gist.” “Are you insane?” The words came out through gritted teeth and anger pulsing in my veins. “You cheated on her! She rambled about it all day, all night. You broke her, you let her rot in a house full of expectations while you were out fucking another woman.” Arthur took a sip, he was as calm as ever. “I don't want to ask you what you think about me, son, because Hermione did a great job misleading you, but all my life, I have always protected you and Willow.”