Werewolf Professor Harry Potter Novels & Stories

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.

Unlike Alex who was talkingwhile chewing during breakfast a few days ago. While Alex was talking I just stood beside him with a faint smile frozen on my face. Because I still felt awkward as I glanced around me, I recognized a few people at my school, Annelise, Regan, and a few neighbors around my house. My stomach felt even more twisted seeing Mr. Turner, my chemistry teacher, was standing a few feet in front of me and was chatting with an administrative staff member at my school. These guys are werewolves, and they cover it up really well all along.

She turns her head a little more, but still not enough for me to see her properly when she says. “Lina” I smile to myself, and Hunter is going nuts inside my head and keep telling me to make her look at us, only by seeing her eyes I will know for sure that she is my mate. The professor enters the room, and everyone goes quiet. The professor is one of the werewolves working at the school and she bows her head to me when she sees me, I nod my head back to her and smile.

Harry Evermore was the forensics department's techno-geek. He was a wizard with anything related to computers and machines. He was tall, skinny with shoulder-length black hair and glasses. Likewise, he didn't need the glasses, though. He had a perfect vision, but they made him look nerdy. He was also a werewolf, an omega to be precise. “Harry, can you hook up the dashcam to my laptop?” asked Clara, the object of his affection. “We'll be able to see things a lot better on my screen.”

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.

the Lycan professor whispered. “And these days, studies are handed to the new professor that has the best insights about them. You can go directly to her and see to it that she’d approve the study— and please do not pull strings and use your own budget. I would surely send word to your father if matters come to that point,” Professor Morgan said. He excused himself from the two students after giving them the name of the new professor. “Ellis Hoffman… she’s a werewolf, do you know her— Are you alright, Samarah?” Adhler asked when he noticed the woman shivering. The latter looked at him and shook her head.

Lexi asked. My dad nods “ Yes. They are normal wolves like you suspected. We believe that there is witchcraft involved.” “ A spell. To control them.” Lexi said. “ Possibly, yes.” Picard said. “ I’m sorry Elder Picard. It isn’t a possibility, it is a fact. That was the other thing the voice said. She said they were spelled but could be released. Do you have someone that could help?” Lexi asked. “ We do know a few witches that could help but I think you can as well.” dad said. Lexi cocked her head. “ How so?” she asked.

I start lifting the bodies and make the witch guy's arm wrap around my shoulder,so that I can carry him. "Miss Hemsworth!" Professor Harold's loud voice comes through the fog and then I see him appearing out of it. He runs towards and his eyes scan the students that are unconscious. "Do not worry. You don't have to carry them. You wait here while I call for help." He says and I nod my head. He is not wearing his hat today but I am still grateful that he understood the situation in a second. I don't let the witch guy go because putting him on the floor will just make things worse. I turn back to look at the other two students lying on the floor. One is a girl and the other is a guy. Poor thin

Third Person's POV Two burly werewolves materialized from the shadows. Like they were hauling away a sack of trash, they hoisted the wailing Paul off the ground and dragged him toward the parking lot. "Professor! Save me! Professor!" Paul shrieked, reaching a desperate hand toward Veronica, his fingers clawing uselessly at the empty air.

Tall, pale, and dressed in an immaculate suit, he looked like he’d stepped out of a Victorian painting. "Good morning," he said, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "I am Professor Laurent. While I may not practice witchcraft, I have spent centuries studying its many forms. And so, you will learn from me." Rita slid into a seat, pulling out her notebook— And then he walked in. The shorthaired wolf from last night. He moved with deliberate calm, his shoulders tense as he scanned the room. When his eyes landed on her, something flickered in his gaze—something hungry.