Werewolf Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

At barely this age, he was already showing signs of being a werewolf which was a transformation that usually happens after the eighteenth birthday. The only thing they were supposed to have was the advanced sense of smell until they were eighteen. Tears stung my eyes at his struggle but I held it in. I pulled him closer, trying to shield him from the world’s cruelty. “It’s because you’re special…” I began, wanting to boost his confidence. “You say that all the time!” Harry replied, sounding both frustrated and stubborn. I smiled gently and pulled him onto my lap. “Because it’s the truth. Anyone who calls you a monster is just jealous of your ability. You’re a werewolf, and what you’re experi

Her heart just started to calm down when she saw a big werewolf-shaped shadow walking towards the waterfall. She tried not to move and held her breath looking at the shape standing there. The shape put his nose in the air and started sniffing. He walked back and forth for a while and then stood still again looking straight at the waterfall. She saw the shape transform from a wolf into a man. She looked around the cave in panic for ways to escape. But immediately dropped her gaze back to the waterfall when she heard someone enter.

I wobbled a bit and sent a glare to Aaron before Alex picked me up and carried me into the bar. It was dark inside, and empty. Or almost empty. I looked around as Alex put me down in one of the booths and headed over to the bar. Sitting in the booth next to me were the two goons that I had seen at the bar a few days ago. I knew they were Elias’ men but didn’t know their names. Sitting next to one of the goons was an older man. He was almost completely bald with grey hair cut short. He was short but stocky and a familiar sight in the town. Harry was the owner of Howlers and also the oldest werewolf I knew. Werewolves had a reasonably long lifespan, and it wasn’t unusual for us to reach well o

From the size and smell of the werewolf, he could tell that it was female, and that angered him the more. “I will make an example of you tonight,” he sneered at the offending werewolf and proceeded to dig his teeth into her skin. He heard Vak screaming, “No!” but he couldn’t care less. Fueled by his rage, he began to rip apart the she-wolf beneath him who was already too weak to even fight back for her life. ********

Golden eyes burned with feral intelligence, locking onto mine with a predator's unrelenting focus, leaving no doubt that I was prey standing in the presence of something both terrifying and awe-inspiring. But Harry’s beast bent its head, acknowledging me as alpha. When Red lifted our chins higher, he then regarded the rest of the people. The next two minutes has Harry admiring himself as the other approached him, and then he howled up at the pale daylight moon, cocking his head to the side as if confused a bit. Panting heavily, he lifted his massive head and unleashed another howl- this time more primal and it echoed through the woods around us. Okay, one, I have never seen a transformation

Victor says acidly, “Coming from you.” Harry sighs. “First, I don’t have a mate unless you count Edward. Second, I’ve evolved.” Victor steps into the circle, rolling up his sleeves, ready to right an imagined slight. “Fight me, old man.” Harry takes a deep breath, eyes turning liquid black. For a moment, Victor swears he can smell a hint of the Alpha’s old scent, impossible as that may be, of ink and fear. The Cold Wolf steps inside the ring, claws shooting out.

Arlo whispered as he saw Harry standing in front of the mirror, seemingly lost in thought. Harry bowed his head, placing his hands on the washbasin. The water from the tap kept flowing, creating a pool that started to fill up the basin. Arlo kept his eyes fixed on Harry until suddenly, Harry's gaze met his own reflection in the mirror. Harry's face looked different from usual— almost unrecognizable. It seemed to transform into that of a wolf, resembling a werewolf. However, Arlo knew very well that Harry wasn't a werewolf. Filled with a mix of confusion and concern, Arlo continued to watch Harry in silence, trying to make sense of what he had just witnessed. He wondered if Harry had some kin

The wolf claws on my fingertips had retracted, but the anger in my heart could not be calmed for a long time. I knew that from this moment on, my fate would no longer be controlled by anyone. Neither Jonah nor William could make me surrender. I am Harper, a female werewolf of the Moon Shadow Pack, and my fate belonged only to me.

Stephen had given these werewolves a final chance or they would be expelled from the pack. Harry’s hands trembled. The knife fell to the ground. “How could you guys? Kill him! Not me!” he screamed. Stephen said, “They no longer listen to you.” “You knew about all this, didn't you? Ivy, why did you tell me… I’m the one you love…” Harry tried to grab me. Stefan ordered the guards to take Harry away, but Teresa rushed in. She stood in front of Harry with her arms open. "Stay away from Harry! He’s my mate, and I’m the descendant of the former Alpha! In fact, he should be the Alpha, and I should be the Luna of this pack!”

I just shake my head and look at the man that I am guessing is Charles. “Good evening you must be Charles. My name is Sapphire.” “I know who you are. Listen let me just be honest with you. I don't want to be here. I already found my mate. She is a werewolf. I am only here because my parents won’t give up the chance that maybe we will hit it off and get married. Please don't tell your parents. I don't want to marry you.” “Don't worry. I feel the same way that you do. I don't want to marry you or anyone for that matter. I just want to wait for my mate. I guess tonight will not be a complete waste. Let's go before our parents come looking for us."