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.”

“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.

A wave of pure, white kinetic force blasted outward. It caught the Vanguard wolves mid-leap, throwing them back like ragdolls. The air shivered with the smell of scorched fur and ozone. I turned my gaze to my father. For the first time in my life, Darian Blackthorn stepped back. "You aren't a hybrid," he whispered, his face pale in the silver light. "You're a Moonbound." "I am the girl you threw away," I said, my voice echoing with the power of a thousand ancestors.

"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.

I replied, looking him right in the eye. I could already feel my wolf surging forward. A little fur rose from the surface of my skin and I could feel my fingernails slowly shift into claws. “And to you” he said, now looking at Elowen, “I don’t think I know you or have ever seen you, but if what my son says is true, and that you’re pregnant with an heir to Blackthorn, then know that you’re not going to succeed in keeping that child away from us for long. We’ll be back in due time.”

“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.”

“I know the blind spots of this estate. I can get you a burner phone. I can give you a taste of freedom. But I'm a Blackblood, sweetheart. We don't do charity.” “W-what do you want?” I whispered, my voice trembling violently. “You,” Wyvern purred, stepping completely flush against me, his hips pinning mine to the wall. “My wolf wants to kill my father for claiming you. I need you to quiet him down.”