Harry Potter Wolf Novels & Stories

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

I cried out and took a step back and bumped into something warm and soft. I turned to see a wolf, the largest and most beautiful wolf that I have ever seen. She was snow white with icy blue eyes and a little silver streak down the middle of her forehead. Her fur was longer and softer than the fur on the wolves from the forest. Somehow, I knew her name was Heka, and she was there to help me, not hurt me. Behind her, three more wolves stood, identical. They were a chocolate brown color with black markings on their faces. I could sense that they were just like Heka, and they wouldn’t hurt me, either.

— I'm not going to give spoilers, you need to read the rest of the book – he replies with an air of mystery – now it's late, time for the little wolf to go to sleep. I watch when the little bugger pouts, but nods, settling himself on the bed. "Do you think witches are good Scalet?" – I roll my eyes, remembering an old wizard friend who is simply unbearably cold, I think that's why we can be considered "friends". — I think some are, well, Harry is very kind and brave – I frown and decide to end this whole session of compliments on that Harry. I walk in and don't wait for them to say a word before pulling my mate to my shoulder leaving her gaping at my action.

You’re better off if you stayed silent like hors before! I totally agree! Especially if my human WON’T EVEN LISTEN TO ME! “Oh, are you talking to your wolf right now? I can see it in your eyes, small bursts of emotions along with small changes in your facial expression,” Alexia asked while still sitting on the bed beside him. “Can my wolf and he talk? Even for just a moment…”

"I'm going to rip out your fangs, and then I'll enjoy putting you through what you inflicted on those little girls, you filthy leeches. I'll take my time with you and stop whenever you think it's time for you to die. I'll let you regenerate, and then I'll start again until the spell that keeps you here stops working. And, then, you'll understand why they call me the red wolf." _ Eh? Isn't it because you have red hair and my fur is red?" cut in Till, widening his eyes. "Yes... but that's a dramatic effect right there!" declared Harry in his mind. The wolf plastered his ears back before wagging his tail. _Ooooh, I see.

Lola chuckled, “Magic powers?” No one laughed and Tristan responded, “All the wolves from the Fire Wolf clan were born with magical abilities. Like reading minds, hurting people by looking at them, controlling water, teleporting, speaking to animals and so much more. They said that the first Fire Wolf Agnitus was able to set anything on fire where he set his eyes on.” Lola understood by now that they were all dead serious about this, so she asked, “So what happened to them? “

Eva asked him shining her newly colored blue eyes at him. Luca smiled and said "You see, a Wolf will not protect what he has until he's challenged by another Wolf who wants to take it" "Huh?" Eva said and Luca stood up and patted her head and said "Soon you'll understand Eva" ~~~~

Wrong. And in front of the hut stood a woman. She was young. Beautiful. With long black hair and eyes that gleamed with ancient power. Morgana. “Well, well,” she said. Her voice was silk and poison. “The alpha daughter and the cursed prince. How delightful.” The cursed wolf burst from the trees behind us. Morgana raised one hand. The wolf exploded. Just… exploded. Blood and bone and fur scattered across the clearing. “Sorry about that,” Morgana said. “Council pets are so poorly trained these days.”

"But there's a spell... It's dangerous but it might be what you're looking for. Please don't hurt us." "Show me," I snapped stepping back to give her space. Henry's eyes glowed gold warning the witch his wolf was alert and ready. She rummaged through dusty old books flicking through the pages, scanning through spell after spell. Eventually she stopped her finger trailed down the yellowed page. An image of a twisted, monstrous wolf more Lycan than werewolf filled one page, lines and lines of foreign words filled the other. I snatched the book from her admiring the muscular depiction of the wolf. It stood on hind legs. Red blood dripped from it's teeth, the only color in the black and white im

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