Harry Potter White Novels & Stories

“WHAT? I can’t believe it! Which holy beast?” Mei raised an eyebrow, “Bai Hu.”

he clears a throat. I tilt my head up, only to my surprise; right in front of me is an elderly man. It's no average man with no average height, but a huge man. I mean, this man is more significant than a giant. He wore white and gold clothing, had long white wavy hair and a beard covering his whole chin, and had golden eyes, but he was different from Dominic. This man's eyes shine like the sun. It's like looking at Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter.

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

It was coming from the outside, the front of the cabin. I opened the front door, rushing through, while White struggled to wiggle himself through. I stopped when I was met with a completely horrifying sight. Hazel was writhing in pains on the ground, beside a small fire place. She seemed to be... smaller, this time. This was the Hazel I first met. I looked beside her to see some empty bottles of an unidentified potion. A pungent smell was coming out from them and I scrunched up my nose. I looked up at White, who seemed to have seen this so many times before. He wasn't making any move to help her out. Seems like this was what she meant when she told me of the youth potion she bought from a fo

"I will marry you, Alpha Damian." Damian stepped closer, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "Good. But let's be honest with each other, shall we? I didn't ask for your hand out of love, Aisha. I married you because you are a White Wolf. You are going to help me fight my enemies." My heart stopped. My blood ran completely cold. He knows. "How do you know that?" I demanded, my inner wolf baring her teeth in my mind. "A powerful witch in my territory told me everything," Damian explained calmly, crossing his arms. "She foresaw that the last surviving White Wolf would wander into my lands, carrying a power that can crush kingdoms. I need that power to destroy the packs threatening my borders."

Alien but welcome. He turned, then walked the perimeter of the border, about a few metres from where he had originally stood. It wasn't far from where he had first met Aella and imprinted on her. The place held so much sentimental value to him now. He'd imprinted on one of the greatest and rarest breeds of wolves, a White Wolf, and he had never felt this lucky. Among a grove of trees, a tombstone stood, white, and eerily regal. Vines and thistles were already creeping up the tombstone. Logan walked forward and crouched before the tombstone, then pushed aside the vines on it.

Sapphire said. As soon as I turn, I could not believe my eyes, here stood an all-white Lycan with clear blue eyes. Seeing is truly believing, looking at this beautiful creature in front me I had to agree with Sapphire she is a miracle and I cannot wait to see what she will do.

I wait for the pain, for the strange end, but that’s when something soars right through the broken window, demolishing the entire section of the wall. It’s a big white wolf.

We look forward to the day she can run with us. "Soon." The witch agreed with a soft smile. Some of the shadows began to dance like excited pups, their excited yips filling the air as a giant blonde man stepped out of the darkening tree-line followed by a smaller version of himself. Despite the winter months being on them, both males were golden like the husks of wheat and barley. Their white blonde hair matched that of the little girl babbling in her mother's arms. Ulf was much taller than his son and bulkier with muscles crowding his limbs and torso. His chiseled facial features could easily make the gods jealous and his blue eyes were topaz blue and as hard as ice as they surveyed the wor