Harry Potter Veela Novels & Stories

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

However they felt there was not going to be an issue. Aries had come to find her and he looked a bit tired. Those ghouls were still out in the forest watching and that was one of the things he explained as she asked. He used the name Velex. This was a very dangerous being that had a great deal of power here. He was a daemon, and he grew in power with the creatures he was hunting down and consuming. They had not been able to kill him yet. They came very close to killing Velex in the past when he was still growing in power. It was why he hunted down Aries’s kind so severely once he was healed.

"...I stopped believing you were a half-blood." I couldn't breathe properly anymore. "No..." I whispered. "No..." He didn't argue. Instead, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a folded piece of old parchment. Its edges were worn with age. "I've been looking for someone." He carefully unfolded it. "A woman." He turned the page toward me. The faded drawing showed a beautiful young woman with silver hair and haunting eyes. Beneath the portrait...A name. Elara Moonveil. The world around me blurred.

Kyle said with a teasing smile while I tried to correct him about my name, he just ignored me and went straight to it. " Five hundred years ago, in a village called Veilan, witches and humans lived peacefully as it was their duty to serve the humans as goddess Veilah instructed -" "- seriously? Witches served humans like how does that even make sense?" I interrupted and Dean glared at me while I lifted my hands up in mock surrender as Kyle continued his story.

But the woman ignored her, instead she dived toward her in such a way that Olivera had no choice but to call on Vee. “Vee!” She shouted. “You can come out now.” Instantly, Vee left the confine of her finger, metamorphosing into his human figure, stunning the woman who had broken her strides. “You have the ring too?” She asked, just at the same time that Olivera heard Raul in her mind. “What is happening there? Are you in trouble, slave?”

Am I going insane now? "Goodbye, for now, my Luna. Our eclipse is still yet to come. That, I promise you," he said before turning into a large, grey wolf and running away from me. I touched my cheek where I can still feel his soft hands caressing it and closed my eyes because of the new feelings that he introduced me to. Both his eyes and touch bewildered me and I can't wait to meet him in the eclipse of ours that he told me.

Raider exhaled, his chest pumping vigorously. “If you believe there are no animals in the wilderness, may I suggest you hit Lake Harmante?” Maybe you can pick up that lovely potion on your way back.” “You mean the Vela Harmento?” I raised my eyebrows, hoping he was talking about another thing. “Yes, the potion came from the Vela Harmento flower. The one thing that can save a dying mage and heal all sorts of magical wounds. I would need you to bring it to me.” Alpha Hector’s voice grew thicker, giving out a sense of superiority.

The first threads of her web were already spun. The letter was a masterpiece of venomous gossip. Elara had done her work well. The whispers were already circulating through the lower echelons of the castle, a insidious poison that was spreading like a plague. The omega girl, Flora, was no longer just a servant. She was a witch, a seductress, a creature of dark magic who had ensnared the King with herbs and potions, her very presence a blight upon the Varek line.

'Veesa says it's tearin or something like that…' 'It's tarren, one of the oldest elvish medicines and one of the rarest there is'. The woman who enters wears a black, long sleeveless gown that looks too big for her small frame. Her hands are lined with veins and her arms are quite muscular…too muscular for a lady, especially for someone as old as she looks. She shuffles over to the bed and smiles at me. It's a kind one, unlike the lupine grin I had envisioned would be on wolvens' faces. I wonder if she is one of them. 'I'm Veesa, the woman in charge of keeping you alive. How are you feeling now, Saelyna?' I frown at her. 'I never told you my name', I point out. She's mixing something in the