Veela Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“Ve.” Velia furrowed her brows, feeling a throbbing in her head. It was dizzying. “Are you awake, Ve?” Slowly, Velia opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Harry gazing at her with a worried expression. “Harry.” Harry gently stroked Velia's forehead and head. “I'm sorry, Ve. I was rough with you. I...” “It's okay.” “...I truly didn't know that you—” Harry trailed off. Instead of continuing to speak, he looked at Velia with a compassionate gaze.

She gestured toward the folded parchment that Riven still held. Elara stood rigid, her fingernails biting into her arms. Every detail felt like a stone being placed on her chest. “Witchcraft,” Riven muttered, reading the script again like it could tell him more. “And not a weakling’s work either.” Selena nodded. “A veil spell. Designed to blur sound, scent, even light. It needs blood to activate.” Elara’s stomach lurched. “Blood? Whose blood?” “Probably theirs. Maybe even Willow’s,” Selena said softly, as if saying it too loud would make it true.

I also think I might have to get some kind of hangover cure from her and keep it handy for future events. “Hey Alex, what’s up?” I greet him happily while I watch Darrien, Bellamy, Megan and Kiara work on taking down the fort while Harry gets in the way. If I had to decide who was the child, Harry or Kiara, Harry would definitely be the one I pick. “Uh, hello Miss Gale. I was wondering if you wanted to arrange a time to go over some of the information I’ve found about your magic, or at least about Ananke.” He explains.

Raider exhaled, his chest pumping vigorously. “If you believe there are no animals in the wilderness, may I suggest you hit Lake Harmante?” Maybe you can pick up that lovely potion on your way back.” “You mean the Vela Harmento?” I raised my eyebrows, hoping he was talking about another thing. “Yes, the potion came from the Vela Harmento flower. The one thing that can save a dying mage and heal all sorts of magical wounds. I would need you to bring it to me.” Alpha Hector’s voice grew thicker, giving out a sense of superiority.

She talked about the books she had packed, and the scroll which she hadn’t showed Miriam because her hunch had told her not to, and then she talked about how the book had confirmed that she had magic. Olivera ignored the awe on Raul's face when she mentioned the first time she had heard her wolf speak, and the latter times when they had finally got over the tension that had been between them. Then she spoke of the malevolent presence, recapping Vee’s entire accession of the event. She also mentioned the act of Seth, and how Vee had been behind the thing that had happened to Seth. She also talked about the deal that Vee had made with Seth. Vee showed no inclination that he was being spoken ab

She was sitting in a booth, alone, nursing a tall glass of beer, but I noticed that it was almost empty. I approached the bartender to order a pint of beer and carried it over to her, pushing the drink towards her, like an offering of sorts. “So, can you finally tell me about this witch?” I asked right away. I don’t intend to drag it out any longer. “Well, she’s pretty powerful.” Shania’s words were already slurring and it’s just seven in the evening. She took a swig of the cold brew and when she put it down, I saw that she had already drank half of it. “Her name is Vevila Callaghan and she can make potions that do all sorts of things.”

Helga’s smile widened. I watched as Helga hurriedly gathered herbs, chanted spells and hovered around the confused Vee. “Drink this,” Helga handed her a glass of a green colored concoction. Vee hesitated staring at the cup suspiciously. “It would help you regain your strength. You lost a lot of blood.” Vee glanced at me briefly before taking the concoction and downing the green liquid. From her facial expression, I could tell it was not a very pleasant drink. Helga motioned for me to follow her to the inner room. I already knew what she wanted to talk about but I still followed her into the room.

Chapter 16— Dark Zander Seated comfortably in the Hawthorne family estate main garden Delia had shown her, a few days later, in a deep blue colored boyfriend Jean and a tank top that had come with a tag, a very expensive tag among the expensive tagged clothes she had gotten.

They stopped at a big hall which had a deadly aura as the men pushed the teenagers inside the dark hall "Well,well,well and who do we have here?Hello Summer or should I call you Niece? . . . . . "Do you know my dad?" Summer asked staring at the strange man "Of course yes infact we were brothers" Lord Voldemort said as he finally came down from his throne revealing his handsome but evil face "Really,so you knew Mr Jerald?" Dorian asked as the man cold gaze fell on him

Elara staggered backward, gasping. Kael turned to her, his golden eyes burning. “Now do you understand?” he said quietly. “The Veil isn’t just a place. It’s a predator.” Elara did understand. Because for a moment—she had wanted to believe. And if she had taken just one step closer… it would have devoured her whole. She clenched her fists, swallowing the lump in her throat. “We need to get out of here,” she whispered. Kael nodded. “Then we’d better start figuring out what the Veil really wants.”