Harry Potter Zodiac Novels & Stories

Thirteen was when vampires got access to the abilities and gifts if they had one, just like how we got our wolves. Zion, being a Precoza by birth, gained access to his on his ninth birthday. He was still getting the hang of them, but he was excited. He had the same Precoza abilities that Imeela had. He was also able to cast and could emit electricity from his body. Hecate had made an appearance when Zion was born and blessed him, stating that he would have an important destiny and would hold great power inside of himself. “I promise,” he whispered back to me, eyes twinkling with mirth. “Dad, I’m curious about something. Did it ever bother you that Mom wasn’t a shifter?”

“Okay fine. You are right. We both have different situations but what do you think will happen if the pack finds out the princess’s mate is a vampire? No one wants a vampire in the Crimson Moon.” Leah protested. “I don’t think they can protest if they find out the vampire is the son of a late hero.” I blurted out. Leah stared at me, eyes furrowed in confusion. “Hero? Who?” “The Zeta. Harlyn’s father.” I revealed and watched a series of emotions play on Leah’s face. She finally took her seat. “I don’t understand. I thought, wait! Can’t you explain?” “Yes, we found out recently too. The zeta’s mate, my mate’s mother, was a vampire. They had triplet but she took Harry and his sister and left Ha

The merciless punisher; anyone who opposed him faced a vicious animal. He was compared to Voldemort in Harry Potter —he who shall not be named or whatever. We all knew it was him behind the attacks, but we could only hope that it wasn’t. After all, hadn’t we convinced ourselves that fear was just a product of our creative minds? I looked over at Lily, who was rocking back and forth. Could she be wrong and misinformed? I pray she is wrong!

kept bouncing around in my head, refusing to leave me alone. "What scent are you even talking about?" I snapped, shaking myself back to reality. "Hazelnut chocolate," Zion said in a low, almost teasing whisper. "Just like the Seer in our pack said it would be." I frowned, irritation bubbling up. Why did every guy keep bringing this up? What was so special about me that they all noticed? The more I dwelled on it, the more my head throbbed. Forget it—it was better to push this aside and focus on being Phoenix. That’s what mattered, for his sake.

Grandpa said. “However, you need to be careful, Zoe ! Zelda was a very powerful witch too. She gifted a six hooded snake to Victor. So, your powers are almost matched except that he has lost three mates and hence, three wolves already,” he added. “Grandpa, was killing the mates of my mate wrong ?” I lowered my head grimacing the fact that I must have hurt my mate.

The nearby packs were thrown into unease, convinced the witches had performed some terrifying dark ritual once again. The very next day, news from the Ivyshade pack spread beyond their borders, delivered through paper leaflets. They announced that Ivyshade had chosen a new Luna to lead them. Even more shocking, this Luna had no mate. And according to rumor, she was just a fragile Omega. It was outrageous! Appointing an unmated Omega as the leader of a pack was like throwing their fate off a cliff. The witches were truly incomprehensible, and utterly insane. Raven sat in silence, his gaze deep and unreadable, as though he could see through everything. Though the elders in the council chamber

She took the risk and draws a pentagram with the spell so that this time nothing interrupted her. “Zero.” She whispers, calling forth her guardian god in its animal form of a wing horse. Along with the thirteen gates that represent the Zodiac God, with the markings and symbols for the Serpentine Ophiuchus. “I need to know everything.” With the neon purple hue that is distinct and only she has, she cast another spell. Calling forth for the time clock, but before anything could turn and happen. Zero screams in pain, with her pentagram that is rapidly turning into a stone. Corruption and darkness turn the white wing horse into a jet-black one.

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.