Harry Potter Wolves Novels & Stories

Two glowing eyes, lemon yellow and predatory, staring at her from the shadows. "Who's there?" Her voice came out small and terrified. The creature stepped forward, and Yuna's breath caught. It was massive, a wolf far larger than any normal animal, its fur dark and bristling. Its lips curled back, revealing razor sharp teeth. It growled again, deeper this time, and crouched low. Before Yuna could scream, it lunged.

“This will hurt them. But when they wake, they will be whole. In their own way.” She went to work. Poured the liquid over each broken wolf. Chanted in languages that made reality bend. Dark magic flowed through the holding cells like water. The wolves screamed. Their bodies twisted. Reformed. Changed. When it was over, thirty new creatures stood where broken wolves had been. They were tall. Muscular. Covered in silver and black fur that shimmered like metal. Their eyes glowed with the same power my cursed form held. They moved like predators. Like weapons.

I didn’t respond, because I didn’t know if I had chosen anything—or if I’d simply been cornered. The howling started just after midnight. Not the rhythmic howls of a patrol or a wolf singing to the moon. This was guttural. Desperate. Like bones cracking under pressure. “Babe get up,” I parted Lisendra, “Can you hear the howls.” “Yes, I do hear them.” She said, in something like panic. We stood up from where we laid. Although I was an Alpha but I could still feel my fingers twitch, “Rogues,” I growled, already shifting into my wolf before the words fully left my mouth.

“Are you okay? Who are you speaking to? I ask, a bit worried. “It's a voice in my head, she calls herself Lyra. I know you might think I'm crazy and probably need to go to an asylum but it's the truth” “I believe you”. I say smiling at her while finally closing the gap between us, I reach out to her once again, patiently waiting and praying for her to take my hands. Just as she reaches out to me, I hear the ruffling of leaves nearby and then a different scent hits me. My instincts to protect her kicks in and I quickly tell her to get behind me while abruptly scanning the area for rogues. As expected, a couple of wolves jump out of hiding and begin circling us, their intent clear as they grow

I thought cats were for witches, not wolves. I listened to their conversation. The black-haired boy was telling a story about a ghost, apparently an old Luna of the pack, the girl with the two cats called ‘Silver Luna.’ I was at least learning something about this pack of wolves. I settled in, enjoying the story, and even though I was outside, the warmth of these five wolves’ friendship made me feel warm, too.

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

I desperately summon my magic to create a barrier, but the pain sears through me like a thousand fiery blades. Tobin and Ataz huddle behind me, their eyes wide with terror as the pack of ferocious wolves bears down on me and me alone. I unleash blasts of magic in a desperate attempt to hold them off, but there are too many, and they won’t be thwarted. My shield begins to falter under the relentless assault, and the wolves break through, their sharp teeth tearing through my clothes and slicing into my flesh. I fall to the ground, surrounded by snarling, bloodthirsty beasts. Just as I fear for our lives, Odette snaps her fingers and the wolves disappear, leaving me crouched on the ground gaspi

This time around, when he leapt into the air, his wolf caught the broomstick of the wizard that was at the tail end of them all in its strong jaw and he sent the broomstick—and the wizard on it flying into a tree that was not too far away. “Poor you,” Professor Ericson who was watching all his wolf's action whispered. By the time the wolf turned back to the three witches left, he fully had the attention of two while the last one still chased after Francis. As the witches landed on the ground, Professor Ericson's wolf gave them space to be settled. He wanted to face them squarely. He was no coward.

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.

Mom urges, breaking into a sprint towards the tree line when a bone-chilling growl makes me snap my head up. There stands my father in his magnificent wolf form, his silver fur streaked with black as he slowly stalks his prey – a witch with nails like talons and skin as pale as fresh snow. Her lips move at an unnatural speed, uttering words I could never decipher, even if I wasn’t a child. But her spells are powerless against Dad, as Aunt Hillary’s gift protects him. Among silver wolves, some possess the ability to shield, while others can harm with their minds alone.