Harry Potter Xenophilius Novels & Stories

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!

His skin was pale as porcelain, lips blood-red against the white. “W-Who are you?” Shane’s voice faltered. “Call me Xenos,” the man said with a faint smile. “I know exactly who you are, Shane Xander. The second son of the Xander family.” Shane swallowed hard. “How do you know that?” “Who doesn’t know the Xander family’s story?” Xenos slipped a small note into Shane’s pocket. “I feel for you. Really. I want to help you take back everything that was stolen from you.

Not like this. “Henry!” Xavier’s voice cracked, raw and desperate, clawing at the very air. He took a step forward, but the man he called out to was no longer there. Before him stood a monster, a creature born from torment and rage. The shadows writhed around Henry like serpents, twisting and alive, and the man—no, the thing—was now fully consumed. Those familiar eyes, once filled with warmth and love, were now a deep, endless black, unseeing, unfathomable.

He growled, and the sound vibrated as it hummed from his throat. “Stop playing Xerxes, you know my name is Meadow.” The she-wolf stepped up to him and nudged him with her snout. He smelt of pine cones and cherries. The wolf was caught off guard as the she-wolf licked the side of his face. “I am not Xerxes,” the wolf groaned. Meadow was confused. “What should I call you then?” Meadow purred, thinking that her mate likes role-playing. “I am Alazar,” he rumbled proudly.

She had insisted on helping me do it but I had bluntly refused. She was almost at the verge of tears as she watched me throughout the entire process, lending a hand at any chance she got. It wouldn't be special if I let her do everything. “Xander?” I called from outside the closed door to his bedroom, holding the offering. I opened the door when I didn't get any response and I saw him seated at the edge of his bed, reading a novel. “Harry Potter!” I exclaimed, hastening my steps towards him. “That's my absolute favorite. I didn't know you read.”

Because of Xavier's natural degeneration, Frederick had forced the entire York family to yield. He even made Xavier kneel to him. The York family's dignity was shattered. From that moment on, Xavier spared no expense, spending all his wealth to find doctors who could cure this condition. Finally, he found two renowned doctors from the Northern Frontier. They were apprentices of the famous Hex Healer, Ellis Thorn, and top-tier practitioners in hex healing. They claimed they could completely cure his natural degeneration using their unique hex therapy.

he said while crying and hugging the girl's lifeless body. In his fury, the red moon was suddenly covered with dark clouds and heavy rain poured down "I curse!!!, in the name of my child... I curse the new phoenix! that every passing of a hundred years your body will burn with fire as a sign of my wrath and be reborn from your own ashes!!. And I swear that your eternal life will be one of pain until you beg for your death." The sorcerer's anger brought a terrible deluge across the land. His vengeful heart ended the lives of Cyrus' entire family and the citizens of Agnarr in just that night.

I am betting Royal because it is closer to the Z brother's magic shop. While I wait, I see another former friend that is now on the side of Umbra. Umbra really screwed over most of the Lycan and Wolves, except a few. One of them being Chaos. Chaos is Umbra's personal errand boy. Chaos does anything Umbra asks, and I bet he is spying on Fallon for Umbra.

Kara paced the corridor, her footsteps silent on the stone floor. "Who sent him?" Niklas asked. "We will know soon enough." The lead healer emerged an hour later, her face tired but satisfied. "He will live. His wounds were severe, but the golden light responded to him. He is a half-blood, like us. The First Wolf's power flows through his veins." "Did he say who sent him?" The healer hesitated. "He asked to speak to you directly. He said the message was for your ears only." Elif nodded and entered the infirmary.