Hogwarts Legacy Werewolf Tapestry Novels & Stories

he whispers low, only I can hear. “Stay silent.” The Patriarch slams a silver dagger into the table in rage. The blade's poison made my nose burn. A Mercer servant enters and drives a golden cage towards me. Inside it lay three terrible things. First is my childhood blanket, torn and stained with old blood. The second is a portrait of my mother with her eyes clawed out. Third is a chained wolf man with familiar golden eyes. “That's my Daddy,” my voice breaks in shock, as the werewolf howls and throws himself against the bars.

Ben had a feeling that it may be a long one, so he sat down on his chair and leaned forward on his desk in genuine interest. “Just go on, okay?” he said. Nico nodded and sat on his chair too. He had moved it closer to his friend’s, so that he could show that this was a serious matter. For one, if John was indeed going to teach this guy how to be a werewolf, which he most certainly couldn’t do, he might as well not let his butler be the one to bring up the history.

As they entered the castle, Arthur gasped in awe. Gold-thread tapestries hung from the rafters depicting battles between wolves and other creatures. There was one with silver thread depicting the moon goddess and a wolf bearing a crown. The path they walked was lined with ornate lamps on the wall that were still burning as if werewolves still lived there, yet the castle was eerily quiet. He heard a few people walking around nearby. Maybe some servants remained in the castle after their reign had ended, still serving the royal family even after they had disappeared.

he narrated. He spluttered along the way in his speech, but paused to swallow hard before he proceeded. "The artifacts used were the Moonstone from the werewolves..." He paused, giving Rya a short gaze from where he stood. "The Crown of thorns from the Lycans, the Crimson heart from the vampires, the Serpent's eye from the witches covens, and... And the Dragon's tear." "Where's the Dragon's tear gotten from?" I cut in sharply from the side, taking the words off his mouth.

Guided by the stories passed down through the generations, Evelyn embarked on a journey to unravel the secrets of an artifact known as the Infinity Tapestry. Legends whispered of a tapestry woven with threads of pure magic, representing the interconnectedness of all living things. It was said to contain the accumulated wisdom of the world, holding the key to unlocking the full potential of supernatural abilities and human ingenuity. The Infinity Tapestry was hidden away in a realm accessible only to those who possessed a balance of supernatural and human heritage, much like Seraphina.

I didn’t try to get the scene behind my eyes like I usually try to, I let it play again this time, relieving when the kiss happened, sleep welcomed me without me knowing. I saw a wolf, a huge black wolf. I looked around trying to figure out where I was but all I could see was a maze of trees, my heart thundered. The wolf standing a few feet away from me it didn't look like it was a normal wolf, it was more compared to the a wolf. It had black furs and long sharp pointed canine that looked sharp enough to rip iron apart. It stared at me like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to lunge.

I looked closer at them and it was talking about the war. I continued down the hallway, looking at the drawing and learning things. The battle was gruesome, blood and dead bodies were drawn on the tapestry of both werewolves and humans alike. Although the glow no longer led me, there was something tugging and urging me to go deeper into the hallway. I got to a massive tapestry, it went from floor to ceiling. Even tilting my head back I couldn’t see the top. It showed the werewolves standing tall in triumph, their body towering over the humans who laid under their feet in defeat. Most were dead whilst others had their faces twisted in agony, it was a horrific sight.

Lira leaned against a tree, watching with a skeptical frown, but her eyes kept drifting to the tapestry, where a new scene was forming: the den’s training yard, filled with wolves practicing trinity magic, their forms shifting between wolf and human as fire, shadow, and ice swirled around them. “Looks like a party trick,” she muttered, but she smiled when Ellie’s silver thread wove a tiny wolf into the tapestry, its fur glowing tricolor. A sudden chill swept through the clearing, and the threads trembled. Elara looked up to see dark tendrils coiling around the trees, their edges glowing with corrupted silver fire—the same void-tainted magic from the pool. “The void’s not giving up,” he said,

I had been such a fool to believe the lies that had spun from his tongue, but that was okay, because there was nothing left between the two of us, but I was going to make him pay for those lies. My body froze when my eyes landed on a rather old, but large tapestry, that hung from the twenty plus foot ceilings to the floor. My eyes focused on the top of the tapestry as if someone or something was calling to me. The tapestry looked as if it was a depiction of the castle nestled into the side of the mountain, but the mountain behind the castle looked alive, as red eyes seemed to be staring back at me, as if it was a beacon. A blood moon hung high above the mountain top, and the red dye used to

“Do you see anything that interests you?” The tapestry furthest left was a simple design depicting the Higher God of Bloodshed, Arners, surrounded by a sea of--well, blood. He had on his typical wolf skull mask and black cape with a giant axe gripped tightly in his hand. The middle tapestry was a lighter scene, simply a forest with a woman lying up against a tree with a stag cozying up to her. The woman looked quite familiar, as if Ursa had seen her before. The final tapestry hung up depicted a castle on a ledge surrounded by a sea of lava. Overhead, a large storm harassed the castle, incessantly trying to get the attention of the people within. That was the original piece. “These are all qu