Veela Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“No. Veyra isn’t returning to the rogue lands, because she isn’t just anyone. There’s something the packs need to understand about who she is.” This time, I don’t pause. I let the truth roll out, sharp and clear. “Veyra is the Velhara.” The reaction is immediate. Shock ripples across the room. The woman with the mic stumbles over her words. “The Velhara? That’s... that’s a story for pups. It’s not real.” Rael snorts quietly. “You think we’re sitting here risking every ounce of credibility we’ve got just for a story? She is real. We’ve seen it. We’ve felt it. And if you were there two days ago, you would have seen it too.”

“Haley can create portals. She is a witch.” He raised his eyebrow. --- If you like the story, do send in your comments and reviews:)

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

Viola Point of View "we accept the love we think we deserve" I nod at him, feeling relievd by his kindness, so I sit, which is when I see it - my scar. It is long, fills an entire side of my wrist, this makes me freeze, knowing it is out in the open for everyone to see, to see my ugliness. I am about to leave when he comes with a smile, placing everything before me. "This is Beans on Toast, Pot Noodles, Bourbon Biscuit and some Scotch Eggs." He says, and I give him a shaky smile, happy when he leaves.

I had the vision but the people of Paris were the ones that brought me to life. They are the reason Evelyn Daniels is written at the bottom of every brochure, why it is being spoken by strangers all night long. I continue reading through every piece and try my best not to think of how I wish he was here to see it all.

Kael’s jaw tightened. Harry chuckled low, stepping closer to me. “Good, tell them, own it. You are not their doll to control. You are fire, and fire cannot be caged.” Headmistress Morwen slammed her staff against the floor, magic crackling in the air. “Enough!” she roared. “Aria Blackwell, you are hereby—” “Try it,” Harry cut in, his tone soft but deadly. The air in the hall froze. Even Headmistress Morwen stood still,her eyes narrowed at him.

James pointed to a location on the map and said, “Based on the Verde Academy’s intel, one of the Malvada Sect’s bases is situated in this universe. The person in charge of this base is their Deputy Sect Leader.” Waleria interjected, saying, “The Deputy Sect Leader’s name is Laduni Hagar. He’s currently at the Caelum Boundless Rank. He cultivates a very evil art, which absorbs the Blood Essence of other living beings to enhance his strength. He’s not going to be an easy opponent. Many of the Verde Academy’s powerhouses had suffered under his hands. Unfortunately for him, he is going to be up against me.” Waleria’s face was full of excitement. She declared, “Watch how I take him down!”

But they also described a world of beauty and wonder, where the trees were tall and the rivers were wide. The journal entries described Vee's dark magic, and how it had drawn the attention of the Warlocks. They described the Warlock princesses, and how they had sent their minions after Vee. "Vee was captured by a group of witches," Seth had written. "They didn't know about the Warlock princesses, but they believed Vee was their queen.

'Veesa says it's tearin or something like that…' 'It's tarren, one of the oldest elvish medicines and one of the rarest there is'. The woman who enters wears a black, long sleeveless gown that looks too big for her small frame. Her hands are lined with veins and her arms are quite muscular…too muscular for a lady, especially for someone as old as she looks. She shuffles over to the bed and smiles at me. It's a kind one, unlike the lupine grin I had envisioned would be on wolvens' faces. I wonder if she is one of them. 'I'm Veesa, the woman in charge of keeping you alive. How are you feeling now, Saelyna?' I frown at her. 'I never told you my name', I point out. She's mixing something in the

Sam sprayed on some perfume and looked at herself in the mirror. She touched her dark blue robe that matched her light blue and pearl-toned wardrobe. She highlighted her hazel eyes with black eyeliner and white shadow. She had put on lipstick, even though no one was going to see her lips, but it was to keep them moisturized. Her hair looked beautiful and silky, although only part of it was showing because the veil covered most of her face including her hair. She had changed a lot since Arthur took her to the estate, she was no longer disheveled and her hair didn't look like a bird's nest.