Harry Potter Werewolf Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'

" The look in his eyes tells me he knows whatever I'm about to propose will break him. But he has no choice. I lean down to whisper in his ear, my words for him alone- not that there is anybody in the room with us, but so that he would understand better. "Did you know, Harry, that there are wolves so rare, so special, that their very existence is considered a myth?" Wolves whose blood carries the power of the moon itself? I just found out something… Alora…" I take a pause, raise up my head and look at him By the time I finish speaking, tears are streaming down his face. His face is so hilarious that it makes me burst into a wide laughter. I really would enjoy seeing Harry make a hard decisio

“Harry… How…?” “I was minding my own sweet business when a warlock werewolf tracked me down. Can you imagine it? Me being tracked down by a wolf,” Harry laughed wickedly, and then broke off as two startled Van Helsings on their rounds stopped dead upon seeing them. Behind them, Guy began to yell.

Said Remus. "Indeed. But girls at that campus are all amazing, trust me...it will be worth it." Sirius said smiling. "You said, Harry, is a Werewolf... But why did he got examination from the doctor?" "He is half and half. Harry got his wolf..yet his wolf is very weak, he married a human girl.. and has a daughter...Anna, the one we saw...she is a human." Explained Sirius. "How could someone wolf be weak?" "I told you... He is half and a half... When you marry someone not one hundred percent werewolf... There are possibilities that thing happened."

At barely this age, he was already showing signs of being a werewolf which was a transformation that usually happens after the eighteenth birthday. The only thing they were supposed to have was the advanced sense of smell until they were eighteen. Tears stung my eyes at his struggle but I held it in. I pulled him closer, trying to shield him from the world’s cruelty. “It’s because you’re special…” I began, wanting to boost his confidence. “You say that all the time!” Harry replied, sounding both frustrated and stubborn. I smiled gently and pulled him onto my lap. “Because it’s the truth. Anyone who calls you a monster is just jealous of your ability. You’re a werewolf, and what you’re experi

“The guy I met last weekend — umm, what's his name again? Barry or maybe Larry, shit I can’t remember his name, but he just didn't do it for me—Maybe I just need to meet the right guy.” AWOOOO! A loud howl ripped through the silent night, startling the girls. The werewolf was pissed, how dare this Barry or Larry touched her. How dare he sampled what rightfully belonged to him. He told himself if he ever got his paws on this filthy guy, his head would roll, literally. It howled again, louder this time. “What the hell was that?” Katherine asked as she grabbed onto her friend.

Arlo whispered as he saw Harry standing in front of the mirror, seemingly lost in thought. Harry bowed his head, placing his hands on the washbasin. The water from the tap kept flowing, creating a pool that started to fill up the basin. Arlo kept his eyes fixed on Harry until suddenly, Harry's gaze met his own reflection in the mirror. Harry's face looked different from usual— almost unrecognizable. It seemed to transform into that of a wolf, resembling a werewolf. However, Arlo knew very well that Harry wasn't a werewolf. Filled with a mix of confusion and concern, Arlo continued to watch Harry in silence, trying to make sense of what he had just witnessed. He wondered if Harry had some kin

I replied. “That is true but as a result of what happened earlier, I was able to transform at the tender age of seven years.” She replied with a smile. “So even though what they did was absolutely horrible, I see the fact that the experience made it possible for me to transform into a werewolf far earlier than my peers as an absolute win.” She replied. I couldn't believe what I was hearing since despite how powerful I am, I was only able to transform at will into my wolf form at the age of eleven which is four years later than she. “Are you sure what you transformed into was a wolf?” I asked with narrowed eyes.

For now, she’d have to be the werewolf’s assistant. The End!

Alex noticed my change and squeezed my hand "Cara, I will never hurt you, that mark is just a ritual so other werewolves don't come near you. To let them know you are mine. That night I couldn't keep my wolf from marking you as it's mate." I tried to ignore the last sentence. "Anything else too?" I whispered as I let go of Alex's hand. Any other. "Some. Almost all my friends are werewolves too. You know Paul? Henry? Lee? Watson? Annelise? ... Jake?" "Jake too?" Jake is Alex's best friend since they were born. The Jake who used to pick on me, the one who always snatched my cereal, the one who pulled my barbie's head, the one that pushed me off the swing, the Jake that accompanied me to watch