Harry Potter Fox Novels & Stories

"How about a decent movie this time?" "Harry Potter?" I ask. His whole face lights up. "I can kiss you right now." He chooses Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, which happens to be both our favorites, and we lean back and watch. I'm really absorbed in the beginning—how could someone ever get bored during a Harry Potter movie?—but then my eyes start to droop. I guess the past day and a half have been a little too exciting for me. Before I know it. I'm out cold.

You can practically see his brain computing outputs. “After this episode that happened a couple of days ago, I took to the library to see what I could find about witches and how to defend my pups, mate and myself from another attack. During my findings, I came across this book and there is a section about potions and runes.” I said, opening the book and then pointing to the footnote, “This footnote suggests that phoenix blood will suppress a witch’s abilities, long enough to eliminate the threat. It doesn’t say how to use it or where to get it though. Which is why I reached out to Dr. Hadley, and from there, you know the rest.” I said. Dr. Higslee puts down his tea and stares off into space,

We have to run while there is still time" Luna was wailing and begging but Mara was ready to sacrifice herself. They are being chased by an unusual person. And Mara was aware of it. No matter what they do running it will find and find them. Because the blood flowing through their bodies is phoenix blood. Luna's hand trembled signaling that a reincarnated monster was just around the corner. Luna has the ability to feel danger from monsters, demons, or those reincarnated as humans, but she was just not aware of it because she chose not to believe her sister. "Hide!" Mara shouted then pushed her sister away. Luna had no choice but to hide among the nearby tall trees. She covered her mouth tight

“What fox?” “This one here. Don’t you see it? Guarding that shadow?” She points to the corner of the page where there is, indeed, a little white fox, and behind it, the shadow of a… a great wolf. A strange sense drifts over me as I slowly turn the page.

After Phoenix said she was expensive it makes me wonder how much money Charlie had spent on her. Violet, Phoenix, and Charlie do most of the talking through the lunch. Harper is unusually quiet, you can tell she is listening intensely, but she just doesn’t know how to add to the conversation. Hendrix asks questions here and there. He seems to be mostly concerned with the safety of the pack for him and for Harper. So far, the only thing he seems to have in common with my Henry is how good of a brother he is. Phoenix asks, “So, one thing I couldn’t figure out is how Harper ended up at the Academy. You both came from the Midnight Burrow Pack, right?”

She pouted. "What happened?" I asked her. "Where's Talaa?" "I'm not really sure about the reason, my dear. I was at the corner reading a book when they suddenly went wild," she explained with a terrified look on her face. "Especially that nine-tailed fox who keeps on whipping her tails on my poor little body." "That's my foxy," Cordelia lively uttered. She went near the white fox. "Come here, foxy." The fox was trying to escape from her arms, the moment its sharp claws scratched her face, her once lively face became very different.

He grinned. Faith rolled her eyes, “Okay, one, this movie is not fiction. They installed cameras all around the haunted house where a family moves in, to capture the paranormal activities. It is bone-chilling,” She pointed out, making Mateo smile at her enthusiasm. “And, two,” She paused and grinned, “Are you a Potter-head?” She asked as she wiggled her eyebrows and nudged him with her elbow. Mateo chuckled and shrugged, “I have read all the books and also seen a few movies. Books were better,” he replied.

He wants his mate to be a werewolf like him, that’ll understand pack life and pack politics, have all his pups, and play house. Not a stupid fox. Not me. “Well, we foxes are a different caliber than werewolves!” I shot back in frustration. I desperately look away from his body, trying not to be swayed by him. Instead, I breathe in his scent and I feel a bit antsy. “We’re not exclusive.”

My hair turns a silver-white shade like the moon as fox ears, and nine tails pop on my head and back. I was ignoring all the stares and surprised looks from the crowd. The feral made a screeching howling. He came charging me full speed as I extended my hand and blasted my black-blue fox fire at him. He starts to screech in agony and pain. His whole body starts to melt; he reaches for me with little strength, still wanting to kill me, but before he can do that. His entire body then turned into ash. I let the magic go, and my appearance and the magic barrier dispel.