Werewolf Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I didn’t try to get the scene behind my eyes like I usually try to, I let it play again this time, relieving when the kiss happened, sleep welcomed me without me knowing. I saw a wolf, a huge black wolf. I looked around trying to figure out where I was but all I could see was a maze of trees, my heart thundered. The wolf standing a few feet away from me it didn't look like it was a normal wolf, it was more compared to the a wolf. It had black furs and long sharp pointed canine that looked sharp enough to rip iron apart. It stared at me like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to lunge.

Amber’s POV . Lily made sure to keep me beside her all the time at the same time, I too made sure to stick around her like a shadow. I had already found those werewolves in the party but I was not sure whether they were here just for the reason of having fun or had any hideous plan. I was surprised when I found that the birthday girl was herself a werewolf. I was sure she would have sensed my wolf as well. “Happy Birthday, Aurora.”, Lily wished her and handed over a small gift to her.

"Presenting Princess Sapphire Cline and Charles Gordon." "Mate." My wolf Fenris makes himself known. He basically growled out that word. In walks the most amazing looking woman I have ever seen. She has fire-red hair. And finally, it dawned on me he said the princess. O my goodness my mate is the vampire princess.

The air in the chamber didn't just chill; it died. The figure standing in the corner was a grotesque mockery of life. Ronan’s body, which Zayden had broken with his bare hands, stood upright, but his limbs moved with a disjointed, mechanical twitching. The void-black eyes leaked a dark, viscous smoke that pooled at his feet. This wasn't a werewolf. This was the Hollow—an ancient, forbidden rite of the Virex line used only when a challenger refused to stay dead.

Chapter 13 Iris looked from her friend to Japh. "Werewolf?" Iris frowned. Is this some kinda weird dream? "Yes" "Like in the movies?" Because none of these made any sense and there's no way her friend is a beast. "You just saw everything," Willow sighed. "I did. But I was hoping it was just a dream. You...turned...into...werewolf" Iris panicked. "Look at me" Willow held her arms but Iris pushed her away.

"And who are you? A cockroach demon?" "Damn it!" Harwind snapped, smacking Lisbeth on the forehead. "I'm a werewolf. An Alpha. So is Thiery. And his son with Noreen is a hybrid." Lisbeth sighed. "Ah, never mind, I'm dizzy. Come on, take me back to that room. There's a bed there. I need to lie down. That damn old witch nearly broke my back! Damn it!" Harwind burst out laughing. He was surprised to himself that his heart was beating faster than normal. This woman beside him was incredibly attractive. She wasn't afraid of him, or even Ava, even though she'd already seen for herself who they were.

"Bastard, it's time for you to pay for Sean's life." With that, Valor let out a roar. From a small human, he transformed into a wolf three times the size of a regular wolf and immediately rushed towards the tall vampire. At the same time, Finn and Harry were able to save Keelin and Clara but as soon as Harry untied them Harry suddenly felt a sense of danger, he suddenly turned around but it was too late, the purple bottle was thrown. straight into him and broke. The purple liquid fell on Harry's arm and quickly seeped through his skin.

The only difference between a werewolf and a normal human was that werewolves had the ability to use their minds and bodies for other things rather than simply fighting. That night, she became a wizard wolf - the world's first wizard wolf. A living werewolf corpse whose qualities no one knew what it could be. In the wizard wolf's body, she was a bloodthirsty animal. Her eyes were the color of her fur - pure black, invisible in the darkness of the night, except for her purple claws and paws.

And the werewolves get to be too much human - jealous, untrusting, and selfish. "So... how's your little girl." Carrie gasps. She is caught off guard when Lucy, a member of the pack who is also a mother, whispers teasingly behind her. "Hansel's fine. But is it not inappropriate for you to call her 'little girl'? She'd already reached the hundred," Carrie shows her annoyance wishing the old b*tch will go away. "Is it? She always looks like a child to me... to us... So Immature, uncontrollable, unwanted, almost like a ro-"

The Priestess announced and people came out in an orderly manner to drop a flower. The Elders and the council members did theirs including Harry. At the end, I was the last person to pay Father respect. When I looked at his face, I didn't imagine it would still be the same. He still looks fresh and I wonder what kind of spell Vladimir cast on him just because he wanted everyone to see what he did to Father. He is a werewolf so how come he is capable of this? I shook the thought away and brought out the lily flower. It was the flower mum loved when she was alive.