Harry Potter Werewolves Novels & Stories

"Okay, then. Harry, correct me If I'm wrong, are you a werewolf? Care to tell me now, I'm dying of curiosity." Harry proceeded to provide his theory. He knows about his bloodline for that matter but was not entirely convinced of its likelihood not until their experience at the Lamia where in his mind he shifted into his wolf form and fought the Lamia. He never thought he could shift as such but it happened on his own illusion. He knew his bloodline could do many wonders but being one of the Golden Royalty lineages was way more surprising. He knew it from what Lanah and Chaney told him when the two ended up telling him about their doubts and when he told them about his theory of him being a w

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

It’s why many of the witches and warlocks live with those humans, the werewolves without wolves. “The plan is that when he gets here, we go to where she and Wayne are, and he will remove the black magic. Then, I need to hope that Harlyn sees what Wayne has done. I need to hope that the pups realise all those feelings they had weren’t real.” Something tells me it won’t be that easy. As much as I want to think we can just walk in there, him do what is needed, and Harlyn and the pups wake up to what is going on, I know it won’t be that easy.

[Mythelogical Creatures_species born with Immense powers___ Werewolves, Vampires, Lycanthropy_Creatures with fangs and Claws____ Witches, Dhampir, Moroi, Stregoi and Hellhounds] Reed read out the words aloud as he went through the pages and then Stopped as he closed the book and threw it on his Table. Standing on his feet, Reed walked towards the table, threw some pills down his throat and finished it off with a glass of water. Though the medics still hadn't healed the wound yet but he still had to take them.

I didn’t try to get the scene behind my eyes like I usually try to, I let it play again this time, relieving when the kiss happened, sleep welcomed me without me knowing. I saw a wolf, a huge black wolf. I looked around trying to figure out where I was but all I could see was a maze of trees, my heart thundered. The wolf standing a few feet away from me it didn't look like it was a normal wolf, it was more compared to the a wolf. It had black furs and long sharp pointed canine that looked sharp enough to rip iron apart. It stared at me like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to lunge.

“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.

Witch blood. I sprint towards a hut, and I burst through the door. Inside, a coven of male witches stands, their eyes glowing with power. They shout incantations, and a barrage of elemental magic hits me. A blast of wind whips my fur, and fire engulfs my skin. I feel the earth beneath me shift, and I can taste the sour tang of acid in the air. But I'm a werewolf, a creature of magic. I absorb the energy, and my strength increases tenfold. The witches and I engage in a fierce battle. I leap over a jet of flame, and I land with a thunderous crash. The ground shakes, and the hut shakes with the force of my impact. I knock two of the witches off their feet, and I charge at another. He attempts t

"Not every werewolf is as power-hungry as Devon to the point of killing his kind." "You're all power-hungry, especially the Alphas. You're low-class animals who fight each other every time you decide the leader of your pack. Devon is not the only stupid werewolf in your kingdom." He stepped forward, and more wizards like him emerged from the portal. The same thing happened to the portals on my right and left. There couldn't be this many of them. Some of these witches must be puppets. Damn. Even though they were puppets, they had the same abilities as the real ones. Even if Garrett and Orso joined me, we wouldn't win easily.

“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.

“I’ve been following you for quite some time. I wasn’t aware that the girl had a mate.” “Ares,” said Nora, “Ares, of pack Eliot is her mate. So whatever beef you have with werewolves having witches as mates it’s clearly not as uncommon as you think that it is.” Mordred shook his head. “The werewolves fear magic. They don’t like anything that might make them lose control. If they knew anything about witches, they’d know that magical law forbids using magic to take away someone’s will power.” “Magical law?” Nora asked.