Bloody Hell Ron Weasley Novels & Stories

He told me. I stood and did as I was told. I pushed my face to the bars and gasped. The strange voice was someone I knew. This was Ron, one of Ariel's close friends back at the pack. I was so surprised to see him, the surprise on his face when he saw me matched mine, except his, faded faster. I could not believe that a half-blood could be placed in the horrible dungeon, it made me think of my fate. I thought he would be immune to the four iron laws, most werewolves were. And Ron had the werewolf blood in him.

Anything! “I didn't think the worst; I saw it with my own fucking eyes. Do you expect me to be smiling and jumping when I'm with someone who can kill another person as if he were an animal?” She spat, looking at him in disbelief as tears streamed down her face. Alexa couldn't help it; she couldn't pretend to be okay with everything she found out today. Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore.

There was an excruciating pain in my head, which hurt so badly that I cried out. Everything happened in slow motion. The moment that I felt the explosion, Ron went flying backwards. I gasped as I looked at my shaking hands. What in the hell was happening to me? That was twice today. How was that even possible? Nothing made sense. Oh, God… Ron awkwardly clambered to his feet. There was blood on his hand when he touched the back of his head. “You’re just like her,” he spat incredulously, glaring at me with nothing but hate and disgust in his eyes. “You’re a fucking monster just like your mother. How did I not see this sooner?” he asked himself.

His skin was pale, his chest heaving, his hands shaking where they clutched his wound. “Stay back,” he rasped, forcing her behind him even as blood poured between his fingers. “No!” She pressed her palms to his chest, desperate to stop the bleeding. “You’re all I have! You can’t ” A shadow loomed over them. A rogue wolf, eyes glowing with sickly gold, magic flickering around its body. Its lips peeled back in a grotesque grin. Silver screamed, “Help!” Ronan’s blade flashed through the dark. The rogue fell with a gurgling snarl, blood pooling at Silver’s feet. Ronan grabbed her arm, dragging her to her feet. “We have to go!”

At last, she held the pendant of the moon on my neck and broke it; with this, her hand fell on the ground, opening her eyes. “Mother?” I called her, but she didn’t reply. Well, she could never reply to me ever. Hugging her, I cried and looked around, seeing the lifeless body of the pack members. They were covered with blood. I promise you, Ethan Weasley, that I would do the same to you, and I promise that I would destroy you too, just like you destroyed everything. I promise you that. * Flashback Ends * “I heard the youngest member in which that Ethan Weasley’s blood used to run is now dead.”, Iris said happily, but I didn’t comment anything on that.

It's high time I wash off every cum, squirts and saliva off my body. *** Location: red blood pack. Hermione's POV. Caroline continously jerks. Her bones and entire body vibrates. It quakes and trembles brother Ron's priceless bed. She jerks and roll round the bed. She finally fall off. Her head roughly slam the floor. She bleed profusely. Her entire blood stains the floor. Mom and I again rush to her. We pin her to the ground. I pin her arms. Mom pin her feets.

Ashton "Let me help you," I said softly causing Ron to look up, his eyebrows rose when he saw me but he then looked down and get back to what he's doing after smirking at me. "I'm an assassin, I'm capable of nursing myself but thanks," Ron replied as he poured the alcohol on his palm where the bullet had penetrated. I couldn't help but frown at what he was doing, a moment later Ron stopped pouring the alcohol on his palm and took the clothes lying on the bed and put it in his mouth, he took the bottle of wine again and poured it in his palm, Ron was trying to suppress the pain by biting the shirt, he was trying not to make any noise.

Each blow was accompanied by a guttural scream from the pit of his chest. "How dare they..." roared Ronan. His voice trembled, filled with murderous anger. "How dare they... I... I will kill them all." "Sir, stop it!" Albus stepped forward, trying to hold his master's arm. Ronan brushed him off with a violent swing. Albus's old body staggered to the side, crashing into the table and scattering piles of documents. He stood still in front of a wall covered in his own blood, his chest heaving violently. His eyes widened, piercing through the void as pieces of memory swirled in his head.

I looked up to see blood pouring from Ronald's stomach. "No!" I screamed as he collapsed to his knees. I caught him and gently laid him down on the ground. I attempted to conjure the level of magic required to save him but failed. Ronald tried to fight through the pain, and tears streamed down my cheeks. I pressed my hands against his wound, attempting to stop the bleeding, but the blood continued to flow. I was losing my always because the blood had soaked my shirt and was now seeping through my fingers…

The trenches swallow stragglers, Hazel’s arrows mark throats, Mara’s knives flash like punctuation in the chaos. Within minutes, the clearing is ours. Blackthorn howls victory, iron and smoke and pride carried high. And none of it matters. Because Ronan is bleeding out in the snow. I collapse back into human form, knees skidding in crimson, hands clutching the hole in his chest like I can hold his life in with nothing but skin and will. “No, no, please...” My voice cracks, ragged. I press harder, but the blood won’t stop flowing, hot and endless. It seeps through my fingers, down my arms, painting me in him.