Leopard Patronus Novels & Stories

“Okay so what is the problem with that beautiful man?” I ask Harlan and Cyrus, slightly pissed off, “Luna, you know how there are Kitsunes and there are dark Kitsunes, the Nogitsunes, right? Well Theo is a Nogitsune. He is a dark fox, a trickster fox. If he showed interest in you, the child of the prophecy, then he probably has something planned,” Cyrus tells me.

I had used my magic on him before so it shouldn’t be that tough to heal him this time around although it might take longer than usual. As I chanted the incantation, I could feel his body relax under my touch. A light sheen appeared and dusted his body with a light red color, the color of my inherent magic, hereditary to the Amorets. The sparkles looked beautiful against his fur and the more I caressed his body while chanting the spell the more I felt his shivering body calm down. I closed my eyes again and focused my energy. Changing the spell to a stronger one I saw the red spots of blood slowly evaporate with my magic.

“Forgive me, I still don’t understand.” Aurora lowered herself into the chair beside Harper. “I am a descendant of an extremely old and powerful line of witches. When I came of age, my mother passed on this unique gift to me. Mater Luporum—loosely translates to Mother of Wolves.” A streak of fear crept down my spine. “Whoever is in possession of this gift wields the power over every wolf soul within their general vicinity. Not quite a trance but rather a tie of unbreakable loyalty.”

“It has to be her. This… this scent. It’s like… like a concentration of what she used to feed me. A lingering curse. A slow poison.” The memory of the wolfsbane, its sickly-sweet taste, its power to suppress and weaken, flooded her. Elias was right; Leila was a viper, and she was striking from the shadows, not with brute force, but with a poison of the past. “She’s not alone,” Devon said, his voice tight. He could feel the subtle undercurrent of dark magic, the signature of a sorceress. “Patricia. She’s amplifying Leila’s venom, turning it into something that can affect us all, even with our defenses.

“Think about what that would mean.” “I already know what it would mean.” “Do you?” He smiled again. “Because if Lorenzo chooses Olivia, she won't simply become another pack's Luna.” He paused, letting the smile on his face broaden. “She'll become the Luna of the Lycan Kingdom.” Something unpleasant twisted inside me, but Adrian was too focused in what he was saying. “The difference between that position and the one you could have given her is enormous.” I turned my head, throwing him a sharp look.

The Queen of the Snow Leopards, Asha. The Black Cat of Misfortune, Felix. The White Snake of Serenity, Pearl. The Pink Rabbit of Fortune, Fortuna. Not long ago, they became my contracted beast (though there aren’t any contract between us). The Alpha of the Fenrir wolves, Dómr. My dad’s contracted beast. Is there really a chance for us to win…? Me, Restia, Felix and Fortuna are riding on Forsjá’s back— while running across the forest with Asha and Pearl.

After all the effort of putting on the outfit, removing was also too much effort. He joined his mother and father at the front, both of them already shifted. His mother's wolf was pure white. It was tradition that Lunas were usually white to represent power and purity however there have been instances of Luna's being other colours. Alpha's were either black or a dark grey, there was no other colour that they could be. His father wasn't an exception, with a muscular shape, he stood out from the rest of the pack.

“It is beautiful. What’s it made of? As it doesn't burn, and what does each of the patterns on it represent?” “It is made out of 3 thin woven rings of Zirconium. The blood-red teardrop-shaped ruby held by vampire fangs is to represent the Vampires. The howling wolf, of course, represents us Werewolves and Lycans and the panther represents the Shifters. There were 3 made and from what I understand, all three fit together as one ring, but as the Queens were all friends, they split them and wore one each.” “Wow. Talking about Queen’s hows Rania? Did Malik’s castle get hit when I was taken?”

"Zis is a secret. A chef’s secret. If you tell, ze magic is ruined." "I don't care about magic," Luna said, crossing her arms. "I want that gold watch Leo has. He won’t let me touch it. He says it’s collateral." I cursed Leo under my breath. The boy was already running a pawn shop out of the nursery. "I cannot give you ze watch," I whispered. "But... I have something better. An art collection. Very private. Very expensive. Picasso? No. Knight? Yes. I will give you... a series of original sketches. Dragons. Purple ones. Signed by ze artist."

"I don't want you to ever think that you're replaceable to me, Dana. I can't fucking live without you. Tell me you understand, baby. I wanna hear you say the words." My words come out as a breathy moan, but we're interrupted by a cold, loud knock on the door that feels like I've been submerged in an ice bath and cuts the moment in half. Carter's hand stills and he sucks in a breath when Mathilde says from the other side, "The princess would like to have a word with you, Alpha. Says it's urgent." "Fuck," Carter murmurs before saying in a much louder voice, "Tell her I'm on my way."