Romans & histoires Harry Potter Wolves

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

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

Just spit it out, Harry," Brooklyn said. "Do you believe in supernatural creatures?" Harry asked. "Supernatural creatures?" Brooklyn said and giggled slightly. "Really?" "Brooklyn, I'm being serious," Harry snapped. "They're not real," Brooklyn said. "What if they were." "They're not." "But what if." "But they're not." "Babe, they are." "Harry-" "Shut up," Harry said and sighed. "Werewolves," he said. "Werewolves are real." "You said you didn't want me to freak out, I think you're the one going a bit crazy," Brooklyn said. "This is ridiculous, Harry. Just take me back to school.

Z saw in the hologram how horrifying the wolves were, how a few drops of their saliva sizzled to a Wielder’s skin, and how Henmulga couldn’t defeat it, as she’d been reduced to running away. In the final slide, the wolf’s prominent feature had been shown again. Unlike the normal ones, it has a furry body that’s inflamed with blue energy, dancing gracefully from its feet, all the way to its wide-set toxic eyes. The class then ended with Ms. Marietta's note that even a wolf's bark was fatal, for it alone could render the Wielder immobile. Z had been awoken when her head banged against the table. She shook her head, trying to fight drowsiness; however, the more she resisted, the more the whispe

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.

A deafening growl echoed through the air, followed by the thunderous sound of paws pounding the earth. I whipped around just in time to see a group of massive, corrupted wolves— dark, mad looking creatures like I’d never seen before that night, their bodies contorted by dark magic. Their fur was matted and torn, eyes glowing with malevolent red light, and their teeth were jagged like shards of glass. “They found us! Get back!” Hector shouted, shoving Ingrid and the younger girls behind him as the wolves lunged forward, claws scraping against the stone beneath us.

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.

I say, like it's the most simple thing ever. At this point, it kind of seems so. Oliver nods his head, and I'm happy to know that he'll always stand by me, even with my outrageous plans. I'm about to say something when the sound of heavy footsteps tears through the air. Members of the pack swamp the courtyard. Some in their wolf form, some still bloodied from battle, and some that look frightened of their shadows But they all have one look in their eyes as they see Harry. His fur on the ground, him looking flat out cold, the blood pooling in the ground

There was a profile of a stag in mid-air on one side of the medallion. ‘I have seen this on one of the guys back in Moonstone. It must belong to a member of our pack.’ ‘Then it must have fallen from Damien. He is from Moonstone.’ Miranda was looking at me as she spoke. ‘Was it that it fell off as he struggled with the abductors?’ ‘If he isn’t one of them, why did he come here?’ ‘He can’t be under a spell, can he?’ I responded ‘A spell strong enough to command a wolf is rare. I know a few witches who can wield but they are all dead.’