Harry Potter Wolf Novels & Stories

he completes for me in a smug tone, and I roll my eyes. "It's really, really good," I say, but it seems like that isn't what he wants to hear since he snatches the drawing from my hand, scoffing and walking away. What a miscreant. "Okay, Daniel. Come show me yours." I say, and my boy comes closer to me with a shy expression. He hands me the paper, and my jaw drops. It's a wolf. Not just any wolf; it's Harry's wolf. The black fur, the hugeness, the eyes.

They were all about to give up hope completely when in the middle of the room, a spark occured and there sitting on the bed was the wizard. "Who told you I won't answer them?" The wizard said with an infruiated face to Levi who had crawled back a bit. The old stood up from the bed and approached the chained wolf "What ever the witches have done can be undone by me" he grabbed hold of the wolf's neck and began speaking in ancient languages. The turned wolf began to transit into it's normal state. "The witches had cast a spell at night to all the pack members to turn them into ridderack" the Wizard said as the pack member was finally in his normal state.

Hermoine froze. “What?” “She shifted. Finally. She has a wolf now. And not just any wolf. A huge one. Strong. Dangerous.” Hermoine laughed for one second,like it was a joke. Then she realized it wasn’t. Her face changed. Fast. She picked up her wine glass and smashed it against the wall. “They’re mates?” she shouted. “You’re telling me he has a mate now?!” I nodded, jaw tight. “And it’s her?” Again, I nodded.

The rogue's hand closed around my hair, pulling me to my feet, and dragging me away. But then, a blur of brown fur crashed into the rogue, knocking him flat with a guttural growl that shook the trees. The rogue didn't even get a chance to scream. Blood splattered the grass as Harry’s wolf stood over him, his hackles raised, his teeth bared. I couldn’t breathe. Harry turned to me, his eyes glowing. He moved so fast I barely saw him. His large body swept around me, shielding me from everything. He nudged my side, urging me onto his back. His red eyes telling me things without words.

A second wolf began sniffing the air, assuming an attacking position. “I smell blood,” he said through clenched teeth. “We have company.” The brown wolf stood in front of the young witch, while the larger wolf came at me in a frontal attack, lunging his paws in my direction. I leaped to the side and backward, skillfully dodging the blows. “These eyes,” growled the wolf, attacking me in a rage. “You're the hybrid they've been talking about all around the world—the one from the legend!” “Legend?” I hesitated, and the wolf headbutted me in the snout, leaving me dazed. He came at me with full force, swatting his paw at my face. “Damn it!” I growled through my teeth.

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

Evely made a dreamy face, she was lost in her own dream admiring the beauty of her new cute professor, even though she was already in love with someone else. "Tsk tsk tsk tsk".. Sophia shook her head at her. "I don't know why you and other students are dying for that guy actually, f*ck he doesn't even look that cool," Sophia muttered nonchalantly taking her gaze back to her book. "By the way, what book is that?" Evely asked as she bent her head to look at the back and it was written; ....The Wolf.... "Sophia so you are still into this book?" "I mean, just so you can find out how to kill them in case you eventually find one! You are still on this?" Evely had a sentimental look on her face as

sink in and take root in everyone's mind before she continued; "Their wolf." Another pause. Murmurs. Silence. The witch continued; "In return for this spell to be casted on whoever it is needed for, the person who goes to the witch will have to lose their wolf." "So you're saying if someone here really casted such a spell, they probably don't have their wolf anymore?" "Yes" I turned to my little audience and stood to my feet. As I did, slowly walking down the podium and to the leveled ground of the throne room where they were all standing. I stopped when I got to where Ilvira was huddled on the floor. She cowered under my gaze when she looked up at me. "So there is a big possibility that my

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

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. "Please stop. I'm sorry. I did not mean to hurt you. I only did what Xavier told me to do. I promise to talk to him and tell him you are stronger than we think. It is the bloody magical wolves that are stronger than we thought. You are a mighty witch, and we do need you. I will tell Xavier how strong you are," Harry promises, but I do not stop!