Harry Potter Raised By Arcturus Black Fanfiction Wbwl Novels & Stories

‘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.

“What? Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it. It won’t change the way I will see my future Alpha, dragon, Lycan, wolf. I mean, I’ll love the hairy little thing.” Willow placed her palm against her forehead. “If Brax and I manage to produce an heir, he or she will be perfect!” She eyed Nix. “And I don’t know how I know this, but my baby is NOT going to be a hairy dragon!” She barked. “Regardless, this is no laughing matter. An heir produced by Willow and Brax will be…” Gabriel got cut off by the door slamming hard against the wall. In walked Sky, Blaze, and their father. They all looked pissed.

I stood there, jaw tight, mind blank, wondering how the hell this woman managed to turn this beautiful family Sunday into a goddamn nightmare. Well… perfect. Just perfect. I looked at Aria who looked up at me defeated and pissed the hell off at the same time. Fuck my entire life with a cheese grater, because I think Aria actually believes Voldemort..... What a shit show.

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.

The curse on our son is older than our pack; some say a forgotten rival cast it to chain the spirit of the future alpha. The answers we need are hidden in the Black Mountains, where magic is strongest and where the witch has lived in secret for decades. I waited to give you the news, so let's hope this will work. We are leaving tonight for the Black Mountains. I turned to look at the children and froze. "Makarius," I whispered, "what is happening?" Abrax pinned Raya down, and little wires formed around his paws and her little hands. "They bonded," he said. "I won’t stop it. I won’t make the same mistake your father did."

"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.

I had a feeling this was something I wouldn’t like. “My mother and Arthur come with us.” She glared at me with narrowed eyes, her mouth set in a determined line. Oh, hell, no! I hesitated. My brain didn’t want to accept this fresh development. “Fine. If you don’t want to, I can stay here.” She pulled her hand from my grasp and walked towards the door. “You may leave now, James.” She was fucking blackmailing me. Aurora’s manicured eyebrows almost disappeared into her hairline. This surprised her just as much. The only one not affected was Arthur. He lost himself in his imagination and it made me envious.

"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.

Atticus hesitated “Damn it! Well, you shouldn’t stop taking the medicine anyway. You want everyone to think you’re still not taking anything, I get it. Arthur will try to tamper with the damn potions the moment he hears about some healer giving you medicine, but… Now we have the girl, right? If anyone tries to trick us, she’ll tell us… Probably…” “Relying on healers is useless.” Slowly, I walked a few steps with my hand outstretched, until I found a rough tree trunk to grip “But that hardly matters. My wolf has become lazy for some reason since that ambush, but enough is enough!” I growled, feeling my fangs and claws begin to grow “I won’t rest for another second until he’s fully awake again

' I screamed and gritted my teeth. "You won't be able to use your powers. Not with silver and wolfsbane in your system. You know, for someone who has heightened senses and an intelligent mind, you sure are stupid and slow to not see this coming. You're too easy." He laughed wickedly at the end. Tears formed in my eyes and I grunted in pain when I moved. I looked up at him. "Why??" I whispered with a weak voice as my vision started to blur. "Wh-why are y-you doing th-this. Harry? Why are you with Dylan? He's a traitor and a bastard!"