Harry Potter Wolf Novels & Stories

I asked. “I mean… it’s pretty common for members of a pack to be enamored with their mage. Normally, that’s because they spend so much time together. As you may have noticed, our kind are usually pretty attractive people. I can’t think of an ugly wolf in human form--except for maybe Horace but that’s because of decades of substance abuse as well as the fact that he’s about eighty years old now. He didn’t used to be a gnarly, smelly prick, though.”

Ivy whined, clinging onto Vivian's arm. "Ivy, stop being a whiny child! Eve, take him or I will take his dead body back." That seemed to have an effect on them since I haven't been serious for a while. Evelyn quickly dragged Ivy's whining butt and left me alone with Vivian. Things are about to get crazy. A howl interrupted our glaring contest, wolf appearing in front of us with low growls erupting from his deathly bloody mouth. "Uh oh-" I gulped, taking a few steps back but he stared at me with his red piercing eyes. "Hey... wolfie... that I don't the name of- how about you let me go? Huh?"

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

I still don't understand why Hera was stopping me from intervening. "We should go," "No,!" She replied and I found myself nodding. "He's my mate," Ivy suddenly cried out. A resounding growl echoed around the house and before I could blink, a black, large wolf with white furs at the crown of his head walked out of the room. I held on to Hera as the wolf stared down at the both of us. "Fuck off, Liam" Hera yelled. "It's a fucking command, Prince" The wolf turned abruptly and ran off. I almost dropped to the floor because my legs had turned jelly.

He was sniffing the air and looking left and right. Before I could ask him what the matter was, he lifted me again and started running through the woods. "Where are we going?" I asked, but I didn't need to wonder about why we were running anymore when I heard them coming. We got to a clearing in the woods that had a tiny cave. Oscar placed me in it and shifted back to his werewolf form. In less than two minutes, the other wolves had arrived. "Hand that girl over, Alpha Wilde." I heard one of them say. I knew now that the blonde knew him well because she called him Alpha too. His full name must have been Mr Alpha Oscar Wilde. I wondered why he hid the Alpha part.

DAHLIA: “Tell me the truth, Albus…. You and that black wolf, you are both no ordinary wolves… You are from the Shadow Rune Pack, aren’t you?” The fur in the great white wolf’s body shook as if it was hit by an invisible arrow in the chest. He whimpered a bit in front of us, but he didn’t say anything more. Before Eva and I could repeat our question and hear the answer we longed to hear, a series of loud thumping sounds pulled us away from the Animal Spirit World and back into our human consciousness.

My wolf is purring like a bloody kitten. She stands there, frozen for a few seconds, before crouching down on the floor, wincing slightly as she bends the injured leg. She raises her hand, as if wanting to touch me. My wolf moves closer to encourage her, even though I try my best to resist. My wolf’s snout is inches away from her face. She’s probably terrified. I should move away. But my wolf isn’t cooperating. “Beautiful,” she whispers, her eyes wide with awe. “Gorgeous,” she says, running her hand tentatively down my torso.

If anyone is to be tagged the most stupid wolf on earth, I deserve that award. “Where is he?” I barked as I walked into the dungeons where Harry was being kept. His first offense was touching my mate while his recent offense was the greatest. The CCTV Baba got had shown Harry at the borders a few minutes before the explosion. The death of those three warriors had made the entire team angry and they went in search of him. He was found at an abandoned house close to the border with a female wolf. “He’s right here, Alpha,” My Gamma directed me to the cell room where he was being kept.

Okay, one, I have never seen a transformation of a werewolf and two, I have never heard of one grinning. Within seconds of the woods becoming a bit quiet after the birds flew off squawking, a red wolf appeared before us. We all stand in awe as we gape as if Harry’s wolf is the most beautiful wolf we have ever seen. A red wolf is very rare. With his shiny new thick fur. Harry’s wolf turns towards me and lowers his head and I see one eye is covered by black fur. A patched eye... How handsome. “Alpha, you have to tell everyone!” I hear another boy shouting in my direction. Oh yeah, I forgot that. I am not used to being in command yet.

The rogue's hand closed around my hair, pulling me to my feet, and dragging me away. But then, a blur of brown fur crashed into the rogue, knocking him flat with a guttural growl that shook the trees. The rogue didn't even get a chance to scream. Blood splattered the grass as Harry’s wolf stood over him, his hackles raised, his teeth bared. I couldn’t breathe. Harry turned to me, his eyes glowing. He moved so fast I barely saw him. His large body swept around me, shielding me from everything. He nudged my side, urging me onto his back. His red eyes telling me things without words.