Harry Potter Veela Novels & Stories

Bella's comments resonated throughout the room, adding to my confusion as she addressed me as Vera rather than Sansa. The tension was palpable as Bella eventually broke the quiet, disclosing a surprising fact. "Her name is Vera, and she works as a witch." Whispers erupted from the audience, as Edward battled to keep his emotions in check. Bella's disclosure regarding Vera caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but wonder what her genuine goals were. Was it primarily for the sake of protecting Hina or proving Ray's innocence? "You all know she's Hina, but Vera shares the same body with her, two souls in one body," Bella explained, leaving them speechless.

He didn’t understand it yet so he didn’t know how to explain it. “Who?” Harry asked and clenched his teeth. Kael fisted his palms by his side. “Elara.” “The slave upstairs?” Kael nodded and Harry nodded once. “It can’t be. You don’t have a mate, Alpha Kael and if we were to find out there was one, it wouldn’t be an omega from Grimblood Pack.” Kael scoffed again. “It happened and she is here. In this house. An omega.” “We will kill her.” Harry quipped.

Zaria’s POV I looked at the building with its old bricks and ivy-covered front; the purple flag read "Moonveil Academy." The man in a suit gestured for me to enter. While I approached, I could hear the remote hum of voices sounding from inside, along with the faint ring of a bell in the halls beyond. The large doors seemed to be made of heavy wood, cool to the touch, and carved with dragon heads, wolves, and serpents. I experienced a weird jolt inside of me. Nerves.

I knew what I was reaching for. On the left: the fragments of the draining charm used at the Valentine’s Ball. I’d reconstructed them piece by piece after Maeve’s discovery, incorporating the magical resonance data from what little had survived the cleanup. The structure was complex, elegant in a way Thornveil spellcraft rarely achieved on its own.

The crystal shattered in my hand. I stared down at the pieces scattered across my palm, small and glittering against my skin. For several seconds, I said nothing at all. The sorcerer standing before me had the good sense not to move, not even to breathe too loudly. "Say it again." His throat bobbed visibly. "Damien has opened the veil." My fingers slowly curled around the broken crystal, the sharp edges biting into my skin. "That isn't possible." "It is."

Viktor bloodied but alive stood beside him. “Game over, Vale,” Darius called. “The girl for your sister. Or we take her while you watch.” Marcus raised his rifle. Pera aimed her pistol, heart pounding. But Viktor held up another detonator this one wired to Lena’s chair. “One wrong move,” Viktor warned, “and your sister becomes red mist.” Pera stepped forward slowly, the cold wind whipping the shirt around her thighs. “Take me. Let Lena go.” Marcus grabbed her arm. “Pera, no.

Talking about the full moon festival. Elara slurred her words, joking about wanting to bite someone. I giggled. Tessa watched me, eyes calculating. The Mirror zoomed in on her hand—stirring the mead. Something shimmered. Powder. Magic. Maybe a sedative. My stomach dropped. “Oh my gods…” Elara whispered, pale as death. “Tessa?” I croaked. “Why would you—” The Mirror jumped. Tessa noticing Viera leaving the hall. Following her. Grabbing a hood. Approaching the kitchen like a shadow.