Werewolf Room Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

Drew said in a playful tone after seeing that Kyle had ended the call. About two hundred years ago, a war broke out between the rogue Vampires and Werewolf's. Kyle's past self, Duke Kile Chen was among those who fought in the war. At that time, the Werewolf's defeated the Vampires and soon, they seemed to coexist without any troubles. But now, it still seemed like there was bad blood lingering in the air because of Grey Jang the vampire who seeked revenge. Unbeknownst to Kyle, there was another creature who seeked revenge also. War awaits...

I didn’t even bother thanking her or saying goodbye, relieved that I’d never have to smell the disgusting mix of old lady perfume and cigarettes, or hear her raspy smoker’s voice, again. A few days later, on a warm Thursday in mid-August, Hugo drove me to his pack. We stopped at the entrance and exited the car, then we were brought to a small room. The werewolves who escorted us there wrinkled their noses at the sight of me, and I realized it must be my rogue smell. I let out a deep sigh. When we were waiting alone, I asked Hugo, “Is the smell really that bad?” He rubbed the back of his neck and said, “No, they’re exaggerating. It’s just a little unpleasant.”

“So, what do we need to know about Domlur?” Quinn asked while we are eating our breakfast at Rendall’s house. Last night, we decided to plan everything so that we can pull off this mission. It was supposed to be my mission but they used the word “our” and I can’t help but be thankful that I have them. “Well, Domlur is where werewolves live.” Quinn and I scowled at what Rendall said. That is common knowledge for god’s sake.

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.

“A little wolfsbane and a few other ingredients in your drink can change that and your whole face would get red as it is now. Also, you’re not a full werewolf. You’re a hybrid—a mix of witch and wolf. And since your wolf side isn’t fully functional, you’ve got some human traits in you. Witches and humans definitely aren’t immune to alcohol.” Aurora waved her off. “I don’t want your lectures. I just want to drink, dance, dance, drink, forget everything and repeat the process again!” “Finding out Anabella is the Luna and hearing what those bitches said got to you, didn’t it?” Layla asked knowingly. “I hate you!” Aurora suddenly screamed, and Layla flinched. Thank goodness for the specially sou

Having to stop him, I lunged forward and slammed myself in front of the door, blocking it with my entire body. “Stop.” Louis screeched to a halt. “Mila? What are you doing? Move! This is critical evidence!” “Do you have a death wish?” I lowered my voice, my face heavy with grief. “The Professor… is crying inside.” Vampires were pale by nature, but Louis somehow turned even whiter. He said, “You’re telling me the future werewolf king, who once ripped apart three lone werewolves with his bare hands, is crying? Are you insane, or am I hallucinating?”

Taking a deep breath, I head back to the other door and use the keycard and his head to open it, dropping the gross, charred flesh to the floor in disgust, and I shove the door open wide. Inside, I find a small storage room, full of smoke from the fire next door, and in the corner is a large walk-in cage containing at least a dozen young female Werewolves, including the four taken from the school on the Midnight Eclipse land. Moving through the smoke-filled room, I open the cage and lead the terrified girls out into the corridor where they can breathe more easily. They stand around me, coughing and spluttering, some of the smaller ones bending over to drag in deep breaths, but the corridor i

Alive. I took a shaky step forward, overwhelmed by the rush of their emotions blending with mine. But the relic wasn’t ready to surrender. A low, ominous rumble echoed from the warehouse complex. The ground trembled beneath my feet. From the shadows between the decaying buildings, dark figures burst forward — rogue wolves with glowing eyes and a desperate witch whose hands crackled with stolen black energy. Their snarls and muttered incantations filled the air as they charged straight at us. Spells of twisting, shadowy energy were sent flying toward us.

A material capable to kill his kind. The place is quite neat for a rogue base. Intended for someone with high distinction, but surely not rogues or any of their kind. No werewolves would be comfortable in the presence of silvers. He continued to look around when a commotion caught his attention, his men nudging several scrawny and dirty figures. Three children and a very weak woman entered the room but they all stepped back upon seeing the huge beast in the middle of the room. Their faces reflect terror.

He growled out. "Hush dear," his mother said, Della said to him "let's discuss this somewhere private." "I want them gone!" Legolas yelled, throwing his arms around in a circle motioning to the entire room with his arm moving his body was forced to follow as well as his eyes. As if time had slowed down, Legolas' eyes met Sarah's, it felt as though sparks were flying across the room when the true mate's eyes met. "Just let them have their fun, the party will be over soon," Della tried to keep a smile on her face since some hundreds of werewolves had their eyes on them.