Harry Potter Wolf Novels & Stories

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

Some thing was about to happen; she could sense it. Beside her, her loyal companion, a majestic black wolf named Luna, her grandmother, exhibited a restlessness of her own. The fur on her back stood on end, her keen eyes scanning the surroundings with an intensity matching Emily's own unease. Luna Malfoy had always been attuned to Emily's emotions, and now her wolf instincts seemed to amplify the growing strangeness in the air.

"What's your wolf's name?" “Hex,” Hawthorne answers automatically, his hazel eyes glowing bright green. “My wolf’s name is Hex.” Of course it is. A witchy wolf for a hybrid pup. “And does Hex have an opinion about this?" Hawthorne's eyes close as he communicates with his wolf. "No. He doesn't want to go rogue, but he doesn't trust you, alpha."

Said Harry ending his closing sentence. All members of the pack returned to their homes, and on top of all the meals were some wild flowers that adorned their mounds of earth, most of which were the corpse's favorite flower. Harry glanced hard at Rodin's grave. Will Robin be able to replace his brother, or just because of a grudge. He was really praying in his heart… don't lose a big loss like this again, before this kind of attack… it's better for them to attack Alpha Mario. Harry stood there alone… he was pensive for a long time staring at the mound of earth which was still wet. He thought, how many traitors are still hidden in this pack… he tries to remember something… he feels something

“You are injured.” My wolf crossed her arms, her expression unreadable. “Do I look injured to you?” she asked. He hesitated. “Um…” “Well?” she pressed. “You can look. I will not hurt you.” I wanted to sink into the bed. “Uh… no, it is fine,” Harry said, his face somehow getting even redder. “Just look and tell me if you see any injuries,” My wolf said, her tone firm. “It is not that hard.”

" 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

There’s so much that she’s chosen to keep secret from me. Her eyes meet mine and I’m startled to see them blazing purple, and I understand—I understand nothing at all. I’ve never seen any wolf have eyes like that. Fur unfurls across her skin like a storm breaking. Her spine curves toward the ground as her body collapses forward onto four limbs. In seconds that stretch like hours, Riley Ford is gone—and in her place stands a creature of raw power and beauty, a wolf with dark brown fur and eyes like rare jewels. I stagger back, my breath catching in my chest. Harry watches her with wide eyes, his lips slowly shifting into a smirk as he says, “You did it, Ri.”

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.

He looked rather infuriated with his sharp eyes so she quickly looked away. Chamberlain Hazi followed her gaze and clapped his hands. "Oh, here you are, the great wizard of Sarang!" He leapt to him and his eyes fell straight onto the glowing relic, shaped like a white wolf head, that was in his hands. "Is this it? Are you sure it will bring out the white wolf?" He excitedly reached for it, but the man was fast and drew his sword at once. "It will, but I would rather you keep your dirty paws off it."

When Wyatt noticed his fiery stare, he rushed forward and hurriedly said, “No, no... Madam… I mean, Miss. Anayka that won’t be necessary. Our Wolf master… cough… cough… Our master’s wolf is well trained and doesn’t bite humans. So, there won’t be any need to use any drugs on him,” Wyatt instantly denied her suggestion. Drake howled and circled her legs. When Anayka looked down and noticed his behavior, her heart melted. She never knew that a wolf could act like a kitten. He even purred and looked at her with pitiful eyes.