Harry Potter Wolves Novels & Stories

Isla cringed and stumbled backward with the sudden pain. Harry was a hunter of wolf. Isla herself had seen their heads and other body parts mounted in his hunting room. Those things made her wolf so angry that Isla had fainted once. That was the last time she had visited the castle of Harry. The wolf within her associated Harry with death and hated him in a way that only a monster could. The only good thing was that it realized that if it showed itself, Harry would surely kill them both. "Isla, darling, all you alright?" Greta asked, place her hands on her arms and feeling her forehead.

"That's Dirty. He's the one that stuck his dick in my mouth. I bit him and ripped part of his dick off. My wolf slashed his chest when we tried to shift." "Your wolf is a bitch!" Dirty yelled. "So are you." I laughed. "My wolf has fantasies about you." "Really?" He sounded intrigued. "Yes. You wouldn't enjoy them." "Try me. I doubt a little girl and her wolf could have any fantasy that would shock me."

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

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.

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" ~~~~

The Moon Picked Pack Unknown POV It had been a while, since Harold brought a number of wolves into the Wizard Realm. He had promised them power and wealth. However, the action they were promised was yet to come. Thee wolves became restless and agitated. They felt confined and somewhat imprisoned. They were missing their homes. They hardly had had any time to talk to or see Harold. Some of the wolves began to question their Alphas.

" 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

Henry growled threateningly, and I stopped provoking him, aware that this was what Agatha would do. “Careful, Beta, or your Alpha will put you on a leash!” I smiled provocatively, encouraging him to take a step forward. “You two never change!” Harry spoke over his shoulders, “Come on, Agatha, we have much to talk about.” We entered the pack; the scent in the air was a mixture of fear, tension, and anger. The wolves there seemed like gladiators, ready for war at any moment. Some trained similarly to human exercises, but in their lupine forms, their bodies were the weapons.

"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