Harry Potter Shadow Wolf Animagus Fanfiction Novels & Stories

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

“Call the wolf. Call the child. Let them merge. I’ll give you power you can’t imagine.” And gods help me… I almost said yes. The shadow moved first. Not mine. Hers. Another version of me stepped between Celeste and me, black-eyed, smiling. “Get in line,” the shadow said. “She’s mine.” Celeste’s face twisted. “What—?” The shadow lunged, not at me, but at Celeste. The sky shattered again as Celeste and my shadow-wolf collided in a storm of black fire. The last thing I heard was Celeste’s scream:

Shadow told me his name was Cain, and I should never make eye contact with him unless I had a death wish and a signed will. Then there were the groups the ones that ran in packs like wolves, They laughed too loud and Hit too hard but also Moved in unison. Shadow leaned next to me at some point and pointed them out one by one. “Those are the Hounds,” he muttered. “They backstab for fun.”... I just nodded then my gaze moved to ... I don't know the dude looks short. “And that little dude?” “Don’t be fooled,” Shadow said. “He once ripped a guy’s ear off with his teeth. He’s sixteen.”

I whispered. He wasn’t reacting to the fire. He was feeding it. Arlo lifted a hand then, and the shadow beneath him rippled—like water disturbed by a pebble. It thickened, darkening until it wrapped around his feet, curling, shifting, taking shape. A silhouette. A wolf. My breath froze. Not a normal shadow. A creature made of pure darkness. “Arlo,” I choked out. “Stop. Please.” His eyes snapped up at the sound of my voice—and for a moment, they weren’t childish at all. They carried an ancient sharpness, a depth far older than a two-year-old should ever possess.

Movement—larger than a human, fluid and precise, but not quite like ours. I signaled Dorian and Bryan to fan out slightly, circling. The shadow moved with uncanny precision, avoiding obvious paths, slipping between the trees as if it belonged to the forest itself. It wasn’t just a wolf—or at least, not a normal wolf. Its fur shimmered with an almost spectral hue, darker than the night, blending perfectly with the shadows. My stomach tightened. Rowan had trained something like this before. “It’s a shadow wolf,” I whispered. “One of Rowan’s creations—or at least one he’s trained.”

Shadow growled the words out. Lisa saw his flesh seeming to change, and she was pretty sure she saw the shade of his wolf. He’d once told her what his wolf looked like. He was a white and grey wolf, tall, but serene. She’d never seen him as a wolf, but she had a horrible feeling that was happening now. Rushing to him, she grabbed his arm. “Shadow, stop!” “Pam!” To Lisa’s surprise, her friend grabbed her and began to pull her away.

I could see through a thousand eyes, feel the heartbeat of every creature in the forest, and sense the terror in Jason’s soul as if it were my own. ​The Shadow Wolf rose from the earth, a beast made of starlight and ink, with eyes that held the vacuum of space. It stood twenty feet tall, its fur moving like the surface of a dark lake. It let out a howl that was not a sound, but a vibration that shattered every remaining pane of glass in the palace miles away and made the stars themselves seem to flicker.

I stay frozen for a moment as I consider the possibilities. Perhaps he is a wood elf, curious about the festivities going on in Morween or maybe he...I stifle a gasp as my thoughts are interrupted by what I see next. The shadow of the man’s body morphs and changes, rearranging itself into the shape of something horrific. Something unmistakable. A wolf. It can’t be! I shake my head to try to wake myself up from this nightmare. I’m seeing things! The stress of the evening has caused me to invent this horrid scenario in my head. I’m all but sure of it!

Collins scolds her, but to her credit, she actually shuts up and turns expectant eyes on Ansel. “I was doing some research about the shadow god for a school project, and asked her to get some info for me. She couldn’t get it because he wasn’t around at that time, but she had a little information that I also had, except some of the details were different. I learnt that the shadow god was an abomination, born from an unholy ritual. The son of the god of death and the moon goddess.” “Wh…” Tali begins, but is cut off when Collins puts his hand over her mouth, effectively silencing her.

But it wasn’t the curse that shook her—it was the force that had followed it. A shadow, dark as night, loomed from the trees, streaking toward them at unnatural speed. Ava’s heart raced, and she immediately threw her hands up, conjuring a barrier of blue magic just as the shadow crashed into it. The impact sent a shockwave through her, and the air around them buzzed with arcane energy. The creature emerged—a blur of dark fur and sharp claws, its eyes glowing with a sickly, unnatural light. A wolf. But not a normal one. Its form flickered between shadows and reality, like a living nightmare.