Harry Potter Werewolves Novels & Stories

“I guess this is also a fatal plant to werewolves?” “Not really. It’s just to ward off werewolves because of its pungent smell.” Zeev said. “That’s Wormwood, the pungent-smelling silver gray wormwood.” Tyr added. “So, in short, werewolves hate the smell of it?” The two werewolves calmly nodded. But unknown to Zane, his classmates are already suffering from the smell of these plants. They are just good in schooling their expressions as they are so used to lecture the gammas about these things in the Alpha camp.

"The Lunar Eclipse is still a month away. There's plenty of time for him to break the curse." For a moment, Waverly stopped breathing. A curse? Wizards and witches existed much like wolves and often hid in plain sight, but no one Waverly or her family knew of had ever met one. They were almost like folklore, just as werewolves were to humans. Suddenly, the sound of an engine starting outside blasted through the silence causing Waverly to lose her footing. "Did you hear that?" the first speaker reacted. Waverly caught herself and held steady as the hallway fell still. Her breathing laboured as she attempted to remain unnoticed.

Then I turn to the wizards. Matter sighed. - Not every sorcerer has the Force capable of killing a werewolf. Such a minority. But any sorcerer is able to shackle a werewolf with spells for a while, then put him on an enchanted chain and calmly conduct experiments on him. You will become a very rare and very valuable booty for them. You will never be released. In the hands of sorcerers, there was not yet a werewolf outside of Reeta. You will never be killed, and you will become their guinea pig for life. It will be a very long time, Yarsi! Therefore, I do not advise you to turn to sorcerers. They are just scratching their heads over how they could study at least one of the inhabitants of Reet

Then the attackers which were the strongest werewolves; the Rogue attacked, it was indeed a hall of fame as I watched the entire wizard’s cottage crumble with sharp bites and crawls and gnashing of teeth, little roaring and more of eroding every castle built with his Greenish spell which he casts. The wizards alongside some of the evil witches fought back to take out the Wolverines. The fight was not getting good enough the wolves called for a backup.” “They did. And who were the backup team?” “The Vampires joined into the fight to take out the dark power wizard .” “The Vampires? They could have been part of the rule. I mean they could have shared powers with them too. Is that the case? Warr

Just spit it out, Harry," Brooklyn said. "Do you believe in supernatural creatures?" Harry asked. "Supernatural creatures?" Brooklyn said and giggled slightly. "Really?" "Brooklyn, I'm being serious," Harry snapped. "They're not real," Brooklyn said. "What if they were." "They're not." "But what if." "But they're not." "Babe, they are." "Harry-" "Shut up," Harry said and sighed. "Werewolves," he said. "Werewolves are real." "You said you didn't want me to freak out, I think you're the one going a bit crazy," Brooklyn said. "This is ridiculous, Harry. Just take me back to school.

EVEYLN "Alright, Harry," he said, settling into the seat next to him. I narrowed my eyes at them, confused, my face scrunched in curiosity. He gently took the book from Harry’s hands, flipped through a few pages, then sighed and shook his head. "But you do know," he said calmly. "that not all werewolves can be killed by wolfsbane, right? So, you're wrong." Harry frowned, his brows knitting together. "Then why did my teacher say that?" he asked.

They were too great in numbers. The loud chattering of the curious crowd became silent as we saw our leader Bazaar Wharr accompanied by 7 of his strongest werewolf hunters. Werewolf hunters were the ones who search for werewolves and capture them so we can learn about their weaknesses. Over the years they have managed to find one weakness of them and that was metal or the piece of iron I saw within the werewolf boy I foolishly saved years ago. It can weaken and kill them if aimed at the right spot of their body. All eyes gazed upon Bazaar a 40-year-old white hair and dark eye man. He was in his armour with his sharp sword at his side. He was quite fit for his age and looked younger.

And the displays could use plenty of work. Iron bars created cages. The werewolves inside were cuffed and collared. Jackson paused in front of a particularly crowded cage. It was packed full of women werewolves. Revulsion choked him as he read the sign - breeding stock. He squeezed through the crowd as quick as he could to put as much distance between him and that cage as possible.

I leaned closer, my voice steady and unyielding. “They’d captured werewolves—strong ones, feral ones—and they were breeding with them after casting a spell of compliance on them. Their offspring were hybrids, Eleanor. Witches with the strength of wolves, born with power no pureblood wolf could match.” The revelation hit her like a blow. She recoiled, shaking her head as if she could will the words away. “You’re lying,” she spat, her voice trembling. “You’re making this up to justify yourself—to make me hate them.”

He asked him. Justin rolled his head and then responded to the question nonchalantly. "I'm sorry, she came during the incantations, but aside from that, nothing happened.". He clarified to Derek. "I see, but don't you think we should at least tell her the truth?".He turned to me and continued, "Sarah, do you believe in Werewolves?" He paused at the end of that question. "Werewolves? Are you they real?". I asked, finding it hard to believe.