Bloody Hell Ron Weasley Novels & Stories

In fact, he never knew Elves and humans had such a bad history. Kayziel suddenly looked at Ron then he gave an eerie smile. It made Ron's heart pound in fear. "Whether or not you like it, Rafael's blood still runs in you" he said. "Why don't I show you the despicable immoral things your own people had done to us? Let me show you how we suffered and how I ended up in this place!" There was a flash of blinding light and Ron passed out. When Ron woke up, he was on top of a horse as black as coal. He was dressed in navy blue robes with light blue, almost white swirly patterns. Ron was confused. Wasn't he talking to a spirit just now? Where was he?

Things most humans were not supposed to have. Maddox sat on a couch. He wore black glasses and a long coat. He smiled when he saw her. “Hermoine,” he said. “Didn’t think you’d come back.” “I need weapons. Men.” Maddox chuckled. “Of course you do. Who you planning to kill this time?” “Someone worse than me,” she said. He leaned forward. “I can help. But it’s expensive.” “I’ll pay,” Ron said. Maddox looked at Ron and raised an eyebrow. “Who’s the dog?”

A deep gash oozed blood on the back of Ron’s head; the air smelled like copper and sweat. “I’m here; let’s get him inside.” Doctor Whitelock said as he ran past us into the pack house carrying his black medical bag with him. Eric gently picked his father up and carried him inside, placing him down on the sofa in the common room that the whole pack used. The doctor pushed Eric aside as he examined Ron’s head wound. “Will you be OK if I go and see what happened in the cells?” I asked, not wanting to leave Eric and Ron, but knowing something terrible had to have happened down there. Ron was a born gamma; he was strong, unlike Alister, who used my mother for his strength.

His body crashed into the tube. The sound of cracking glass echoed loudly. Gasps erupted throughout the hall. Yoren narrowed his eyes. He saw a clump of bloodied cotton fall right near the cracked tube. Yoren's eyes widened instantly. In a split second, he remembered Cyril’s bandaged hand. Yoren realised something. Damn it! At the same time, the Beast’s eyes snapped open, burning wildly. It let out a powerful growl that shook the hall itself. Its long fangs gleamed beneath the lights before an ancient howl thundered across the entire room.

Scott looks back to her, disinterested in whatever is going on out there but Raven stands up, wiping her face as she makes her way out and he’s forced to follow her. They make their way down the hallway, following the crowd of students and staff still in the building and when they get to the source, it’s a dead boy being put on a stretcher and about to be covered by the medic. Raven takes a glance at the boy and freezes, her heart thudding rapidly, on the corner of the dead boy’s lips is a purple trace of blood — the same she saw on Draco when he was announced dead, by wolfsbane.

But then we stood there, our bodies in contact and we didn’t move. “Alex!” I heard a thick voice and I turned to see it was Ron, together with some boys. His eyes were blazing as he stood under a shelter, not far from them. Oh! Shit. He was awake! He had a whip with him and looked like he was ready to kill someone. And with that same expression, he marched into the rain, towards us. “Ron…” Sylvia called as I moved away from her shoulders. “Get on your knees, Alex” he gritted.

The ground is torn apart, bodies scattered, the night filled with growls and cries. Reina snarls deep in our chest. “There.” I follow her gaze. Ronan is on the ground. Blood covers his side, his arm twisted awkwardly beneath him. Above him stands a man, tall, dark cloak whipping around him, his uncle Gerald. His hand burns with black fire, ready to strike. Something in me snaps. A growl rips from my throat before I even realize it. The sound is raw, furious, nothing human. Gerald turns just as we leap. The impact sends him flying backward, crashing into a broken wall. His spell shatters in a burst of dark smoke.

I coughed, looking around. I had woken up in what looked like a torture dungeon, shackles and weapons being the theme of the room. I wasn't alone in the room. He was here with me. He seemed taller than I remember. His hair covered his face, hiding the true magnitude of the rage in his expression. The dark twisted look in his eyes promised nothing short of pain. His fist tightened so that I could see the threat of his well-built muscles coiling in his body.

Hermione told her. "Why are you acting so concerned Lorelei? I should be the one acting this way knowing how much I feel towards Juno and to think that she would never be mine." Ron settled into a pity party for himself. "No one cares about your silly fantasy Ron!" Hermione snickered at him. "You are just a kill joy." Harry responded on his brother’s behalf. Ron sat up, holding up his nose. "More reason I need to tell mom to stop sending you over here. I really don't like seeing your face."

I didn't care about my mother's old magic or why some psycho packs wanted my head on a spike. All I could see when I closed my eyes was Ronan's face, pale and bleeding, smiling at me while his life leaked out onto the dirt. That image was burned into my retinas, playing on repeat like a nightmare I couldn't wake from. The metallic scent of his blood still clung to my nostrils.