Werewolf Harry Potter Novels & Stories

EVEYLN "Alright, Harry," he said, settling into the seat next to him. I narrowed my eyes at them, confused, my face scrunched in curiosity. He gently took the book from Harry’s hands, flipped through a few pages, then sighed and shook his head. "But you do know," he said calmly. "that not all werewolves can be killed by wolfsbane, right? So, you're wrong." Harry frowned, his brows knitting together. "Then why did my teacher say that?" he asked.

The memory of that night crept in like a chill, crawling down my spine and settling beneath my skin. It had been a week since i witnessed the most baffling, bone-deep unraveling of everything i thought i had figured out. I had trailed Harlyn to Becca’s place that night, expecting God knows what, but nothing could have prepared me for the chaos that unfolded before my eyes. Becca wasn’t a werewolf? Harlyn wasn’t just a werewolf? A lupomancer? Whatever that meant, it wasn’t good. Not for me. Not for the rest of us.

He and Xavier want to get rid of me! Xavier should have sent one of his stronger vampires. Harry is no match for me. I start chanting one of the spells Madison taught me. Harry dropped the knife and held his head. I know this spell is very potent and can kill any creature that is weaker than me. Harry looks at me as his eyes turn red and as if he can not believe I am as strong as I am. They all think I am a weak witch because I can not defeat those damn magical wolves, but the wolves have magical powers straight from the Moon Goddess.

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

I asked with narrowed eyes. “Of course!” She replied with a slightly displeased expression on her face. “I know what a werewolf looks like y'know.” She said. “I am sorry if you feel offended by my doubt but being able to transform at the young age of seven is simply unheard of.” I said with a sigh escaping my lips. “That might be true but I knew what happened to me so I am telling you right now, that I did learn how to control my wolf powers at the age of seven.” She said with a confident look.

He isn’t a beast, but he’s acting like one. Although I witnessed how powerful a werewolf is, Adler possessed an aura of someone who might have the ability to go against with a strong monster. ‘And that monster might be… me.’ “So, why did you suddenly think of werewolves when you met my boyfriend and my boss?” I asked. “WayHoRix,” he uttered. “That is the only clue that I have.” “And?” “At first, I only did that since I did not see silver in that house.”

POV: HARVEY We approached the witch, and Sophie was nearly unconscious. We let out a deafening roar. “Beast, don't hurt her!” I warned the creature, emphasizing the importance of not touching my Luna. “I have no interest in killing her, but the witch... Oh, we'll have fun with her!” roared the beast in my mind, eagerly. In our werewolf form, we were possessed by a fierce demon, thirsty for blood and war. The dark witch shuddered subtly, summoning various creatures of darkness to attack us, in a desperate attempt to stop our advance towards her!

“I hope you had nothing to do with this.” “Absolutely not!” he snapped. “I’m not as foolish as the others, starting a war just for pride! And there’s no way I would order anyone to hurt my daughter!” I pouted. “Good, then. Now let’s gather all the Moon Dust warriors and see if my theory is correct.” Although Harry looked unhappy about being ordered around, he had no choice but to comply. He called the warriors—using the mind link, of course—and soon enough, those werewolves began arriving at the headquarters from all directions.

♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ Unknown to all of those in the room: This was no human... this was a werewolf, and that werewolf wasn't dead. He was, however, very, very close to it. What was more, this werewolf was the ex-Alpha of the Crimson Blood-Hounds: Nickolas Von Kassin. Sephora had brought him into the very heart of the Raven Harpy Kingdom, believing he was just a huma... just... a carcass to show mother that she was telling the truth as to why she was late.

Selene helped me scramble to my feet, her arms still holding onto me. Harry grabbed the doorknob and pushed through it. “No! "Wait, he’s not himself!” I shouted, trying to stop him. “I know,” Harry said over his shoulder, “That’s why I have to go in.” “What did you do to him?” Violet screamed, advancing towards me, her eyes filled with accusation. Jones rushed over and held her. The second, the door creaked open. In place of what used to be Morgan was a wolf, as big as a horse.