Werewolf Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I scoffed. "I know what I saw...what I heard...what I felt..." "It took you a while to wake up so maybe you watched something about," He failed to repress a chuckle, "werewolves, before getting hurt. Maybe it was embedded in your subconscious." I took another step forward. "I know what happened to me. I can taste the smoke and smell the sweat on them." I cringed at the memory. "Their voices..the...I remember the feel of you...I know you were there and what you...what you became...I-"

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'

Unfortunately, there must have been an unpleasant history between werewolves and witches. As the night fell, Lora's fever gradually subsided. Harvey felt a little relieved, yet mesmerized as he gazed at Lora's face. His desire began to rise; it had been a long time since he had impregnated someone. His cheeks felt warm, and something in his body hardened. He immediately pinned Lora's body, but the girl woke up and refused. She was afraid that this action would be dangerous in the future. Harvey already had a mate, and it was uncertain whether his mate was Lora. "You have a mate in the future, only one, and I'm sure that woman is not me because a slave cannot be a prince's companion."

he said quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper. "No!" Lex and I blurted in unison, both desperate for different reasons, both waving a hand to keep him there. "You stay right where you are," Lex hissed. His eyes had gone jet black—his wolf just beneath the surface. Harold visibly shivered, shrinking back into the seat. I felt a stab of guilt. He was clearly out of his depth with werewolf drama. "Goddess, I shouldn’t have come," Harold mumbled, voice shaky. "Werewolves are so weird."

Maybe he wouldn’t be friends with Nico now. Knowing of his friend’s awkward situation, that last thought, for him, was much more sad than learning about slavery. As he looked up at the ceiling, wondering, he wished he could do more to make the turn of events better for him as well as everyone else. ---------- The next day filled the young man with a subtle excitement that somehow replaced his dreaded feeling of restlessness. It could have been because he had finally turned, releasing that pent-up emotion. This would be his first day as a full-fledged werewolf.

Though I just get the feeling that it will be a guy. Though, if I'm being honest, I just kept hoping that Adrians my mate. Ever since I saw him, I just always had these butterflies around him. He made me feel special, he didn't even have to try. I know that it's a long shot that he would be my mate, but I still have hope. Everything lately has been amazing. Theo found someone to love, Mom and Dad have never been better and I'll finally be a full grown werewolf. I always hated having to run in human form with the pack.

And Harry's pupils immediately turn red just like mine then he starts shifting into his wolf which is two times my size, but I am not a scared because I am the Alpha of the Blue Wave pack, more stronger than Harry would ever be, even though he killed an Alpha to get to this level and accompanied it with antidotes to make his wolf different. On seeing that all his wolves have been killed by my men, Harry comes rushing into me to claw me, but I dodge and we wrestle, tumbling on the ground and damaging things. We fought so hard, injuring ourselves in the process and trying so hard to bite each other with the mouth of our wolves, and even though Harry's claws are poisonous and make me weak, I wo

he said with a wave of his hand. “So?” said Nora. “How old are you?” “If I told you, I think I would break your mind. I don’t want to do that quite yet. You’re going to be extremely useful to me once you become more agreeable with my plans.” Nora scowled. She’d been forced into a relationship she wasn’t sure of with a werewolf. She wasn’t about to be forced into one with a complete stranger that had magic powers. Mordred kept on walking and Nora followed.

A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.