Harry Potter Veela Novels & Stories

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

I walked into the room to meet my mother lying on the bed with a small cloth on her head, with Viela holding it like some devoted saint tending to the wounded. Viela was my mother's best friend's daughter, and she had tried setting us up for as long as I could remember. The perfect match for anyone with royal sense. She had noble blood, and she was trained in all the proper arts, also beautiful in that delicate way that men were supposed to find irresistible. Viela looked up at me with a polite smile that had been instilled in her since childhood, the kind that never wavered no matter what happened around her. "What happened?" I questioned, though I already suspected this was another one of

She kept giving me looks that said I was an evil witch who cooked children for dinner. Helen's eyes shone smugly. The anxiety she showed earlier was gone, and she held Nathaniel's arm. "I won't take your place as Nathaniel's wife, Ms. Holloway. All I want is for my son to stay with his father so no one can call him a bastard child." I grinned sardonically and shot back, "That wouldn't be an insult, but a description." Helen paled, and she turned to Nathaniel like a hurt puppy. A frown creased Nathaniel's forehead. "That was crude. You're better than this," he said icily.

After all, he was sure that without a mate Adira would die sooner or later. "And… since the wedding is held in the presence of the moon goddess… Zaros Orpheus Valorine would turn into the chosen mate of the Adira Elisaveta. And the same goes to the Lenora Serafina Velorine," Elphaba added wiping the smirk that formed on Zaros's face. Zaros's face hardened at her words. It's as if she could hear his thoughts. But witches don't possess the ability to hear others' thoughts. This shall be something different.

The dimly lit parking garage beneath the Beverly Hills shopping center felt like a trap waiting to spring. Elara had only stepped away from Jax for two minutes to grab supplies, but Vee Hale was suddenly there, blocking her path with a cruel smile that hadn’t changed since high school. The mean girl looked flawless even under the harsh fluorescent lights, blonde hair perfect, eyes glittering with venom and desperation. “You really thought you could hide forever?” Vee hissed, stepping so close Elara could smell her expensive perfume. “I know what you and your stepbrother have been doing. Fucking like animals while your parents rot in the ground. Disgusting.”

“There’s only one way this works. We don’t ask. We take her.” --- We called on the witch three nights later. The hut reeked of sulfur and moonroot, nestled deep in the Black Fog Forest. She called herself Veza, and her eyes gleamed like moldy emeralds. “She is shielded,” Veza rasped, circling the cauldron. “Protected by ancient spirits and bloodline. You want to break that? You’ll need dark tools.” “Then give us what we need,” I said. She offered us a blade wrapped in obsidian cloth, a vial of shadowroot oil, and a charm carved from wolf bone.

"Yes, that is me. We Veelans can transform ourselves into any animal we want. I once fought with one of the savage vampires and defeated him with magic in my wolf form. At that time, wolves were the safest form of disguise." "What do you mean by disguise?" "Veela's abilities are elemental control magic and healing magic. Our blood is the antidote for vampires to walk during the day. One of the oldest vampires once experimented with our blood and he tried it on himself. Since then we have been hunted by vampires, while we cannot have children and our numbers are getting smaller. All Veela are women!" "About that healing magic, werewolves can heal themselves, but it takes time. Seth told me th

Helga’s smile widened. I watched as Helga hurriedly gathered herbs, chanted spells and hovered around the confused Vee. “Drink this,” Helga handed her a glass of a green colored concoction. Vee hesitated staring at the cup suspiciously. “It would help you regain your strength. You lost a lot of blood.” Vee glanced at me briefly before taking the concoction and downing the green liquid. From her facial expression, I could tell it was not a very pleasant drink. Helga motioned for me to follow her to the inner room. I already knew what she wanted to talk about but I still followed her into the room.

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

The maid opened the window when she heard the noise. 'Elena, please tell the young lady that we have entered the Baron's territory. 'Okay.' Sitting across from Elena was a young girl in a mage's robe. She had a slender figure and jade-like skin, with long black hair that reached down to her waist. Her beautiful and delicate face was only slightly better than that of a goddess, especially those black eyes that had a charm that could captivate a person's soul. Kristen Stewart, the only daughter of Baron Stewart, a dragon vein wizard of the first order and a magician of the first order, has the title of the most beautiful tulip in Brittany.