Harry Potter Werewolves Novels & Stories

They were all about to give up hope completely when in the middle of the room, a spark occured and there sitting on the bed was the wizard. "Who told you I won't answer them?" The wizard said with an infruiated face to Levi who had crawled back a bit. The old stood up from the bed and approached the chained wolf "What ever the witches have done can be undone by me" he grabbed hold of the wolf's neck and began speaking in ancient languages. The turned wolf began to transit into it's normal state. "The witches had cast a spell at night to all the pack members to turn them into ridderack" the Wizard said as the pack member was finally in his normal state.

He shows his teeth as if he was ready to bite Accalia and his saliva is dripping as if he that a delicious meal is right in his front. His growling heavily and he was looking at Accalia differently. It seems that he was not in his right mind. Rogues are werewolves that either have been kicked out of their pack or left on their own free will but some of them weren't in their right mind and only wants to kill or eat anything, just like a human. The eyes of the werewolf turned darker, which means his action will be more aggressive and he wouldn't care even if he would get wounds or be killed. Just like what Accalia encountered before... This Rogue only wants to kill her.

"Alan has nothing to do with the wolf appearing!" "Why are you so positive about it? You weren't there when he was able to understand what the witches said." My mate started but got interrupted by the same man, this time by his mother. "The protective wolf can only be called by a werewolf. Specifically, a she-wolf known as the Queen of Werewolves. The wolf is composed literally of the souls of warriors who swore to protect the Queen in life and death. As for Alan understanding the language of witches, it's normal since he is from the line of witches. His mother was an elemental wolf."

Father asked, obviously ignoring their own side of the story as he cocked his brows at the oldest witch known as Bastiana Lopez. "It doesn't change the fact that she was almost killed. I leapt to save her life," A werewolf known as Harry chipped in, then slammed his fists on the table and wore a deep frown. "Oh! Loverboy to the rescue. The mighty power of a sugary healthy pussy," Suzy whispered in my ears and chuckled. "What does pussy have to do with what is going on?" I rolled my eyes and exhaled heavily. "So much, sugar plum, so much that you can't even imagine." She then licked her lollipop and shot a wink at a hot werewolf guy.

I was slumped in my seat thinking about werewolves’ natural ability of fast recovery, when I thought of something and rolled my head on the headrest to face Rum, then leaned closer to ask in a soft whisper, “So nothing kills you?” He replied to the window, “Silver and mercury. I can’t touch those.” Oh, so that’s the poison for werewolves! I jotted down immediately. “What happens when you touch them?” He finally turned around to face me, his expression grave. “What happens when you drink a bottle of bleach?”

Werewolves are a strange and intricate blend of man and beast. The wolf brings raw strength, ferocity, and instinct, while the human side offers wisdom, strategy, and a resilient spirit. It’s a balance that makes werewolves nearly invincible. When one is hurt, the other heals or comforts, and together, they become a formidable force. Only a rare few things can disrupt this powerful bond—one of them being harm to the wolf within.

If anything bad happens, I'll be restricted in my movements," Harry continued. "Pfft, nonsense! The worst thing that can happen to you is overeating or having blisters! It would be best if you relaxed a little bit, my Loulou. You are still young. It's funny. I always thought werewolves knew how to take it easy, too," Marguerite remarked. "Werewolves in general, yes. Alphas, no. And even less so when the Council sends them," Harry said darkly. "Ah, so that's what it was," the dwarf suddenly exclaimed.

Gosh, even saying that word out loud seemed funny to me. “I know but although it is rare, sometimes a werewolf’s mate does not necessarily have to be a werewolf too. On some occasion, it could be a human, a fae, or a witch, any living creature that walks planet Earth, basically.” My eyes widened in both amusement and surprise. Did he seriously say a witch? “Are you telling me that Hogwarts does exist?” I watched him in pure anticipation.

Waai was about to take his potion when the witches blasted him, breaking the vial in his hands as the Mage taunted, "Dead men need no potions." Y screamed, "You can't kill me, you betraying witch. I will make sure you see every member of your sick coven pay for this stupidity-" He got blasted by a ton of collective spells again before he could complete his sentence. The werewolves saw they were going to lose at the hands of witches. Unlike dragons, wolves were not immune to magic.

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