Bloody Hell Ron Weasley Novels & Stories

I was more shocked at the fact they didn't just burst out the other way. Ronan stared back at where the bullets had just hit as the spots sizzled. “Liquid Silver… I see.” “You… you… you're one of those werewolves, aren't you?” Arnold asked, obviously frightened. “Answer me!” Ronan moved again, faster than the last time. The following round of bullets missed by a breath. And the ones after that, Arnold fired and Ronan twisted, one hand grabbing Arnold's arm, the other pulling in a perfect spiral.

There were a lot of things one never wanted to see , the end of the world , the death of your parents no matter how awful they were to you and your best friend covered in blood of a complete stranger, laughing her head off like some psycho maniac . At this point Ron was seriously considering his life choices . " Chelsea " he called out weakly and she looked up , the shadow of her screwed up smile was still etched on her face , a crazy gleam in her eyes as they flickered with pain and something more deep ; something he couldn't grasp.

Ronald was a little embarrassed. "Where did you go?" Harry asked unhappily. Hearing the familiar voices, Hazel opened her eyes in confusion. She said gladly, "We... fought people! Beating the hell out of them, it was really cool! Ha-ha..." "You actually took Hazel to fight!" Seeing Rachel was trying to slap him, Ronald immediately hid far away. "...I just took her to the classmate's birthday party," Ronald explained. If their parents knew that he deliberately got Hazel drunk and she provoked a group of gangsters for his sake, they would probably break his legs.

"No good sittin' worryin' abou' it," he said. "What's comin' will come, an' we'll meet it when it does." — Rubeus Hagrid, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy When I thought it could not get any worse, Mey had proved me wrong. Not only had she broke my heart, but she also had it trampled as well. There was nothing left but sadness, bitterness, and utter disappointment.

Rona yelled frustratedly. "But this vessel helped me by willingly surrendering herself. I have to do a favor for her as a thank you. So I have to kill you" The voice sounded so deep and dark as though the magic blood was the devil itself. Without a moment's hesitation, the magic blood descended upon her, unleashing its relentless fury upon Rona's defenseless figure. Rona's body contorted in anguish, blood streaming from every wound the blood inflicted upon her. The more blood that seeped out from her, the more the magic blood laughed out hysterically. Its laugh was just as dark as its face. The room resonated with Rona's anguished cries, each agonized scream carving deeper wounds into my sou

Zayne swipes his hand out and slits Ron's throat. Ron desperately clutched his neck, attempting to prevent the blood from falling like a fountain gushing out of his neck, wide eyes as he dropped to the bedroom floor with a thud. Blood squirted from his neck and poured all over and on the floor. And Aubrianne's pvssy clenched again, this time at the sheer power and the deadly look in her mate's eyes, his sexy eyebrows pinched, eyes dimmed. She did not even spare a glance at Ron. He got what was coming, stupid fool. He should have stayed in Clifton Hill.

someone else sneered with self-loathing. "There is only one answer to change all of this" a powerful warrior named Ronan said to his brethren. Ronan is a bulky and very powerful wolf. He has jet black hair which is longer and reaches his shoulders. His black eyes are sharp and his nose is slightly crooked. Just a single punch from him is enough for his opponent to fall. He is loyal to his pack and is yet to find his mate. When the warriors of the Blue moon pack heard his words, they looked at him expectantly.

Bright hazel eyes met mine before the metallic glint of his sword flashed in my eyes and I felt its razor-sharp weight against my neck. Ronan Ironside was here…in my room. “Move, and I will end your life, very painfully.” He growled, and my eyes widened until I was certain they would pop out of my head.

he said indirectly exposing the condition for information. Asher froze. His mind went utterly blank at the mention of that name. He rose from the chair, his movements slow and deliberate, until he stood directly in front of Spencer. “What do you know about the Blood Petal?” His voice came out low, dangerous. Spencer swallowed hard; his muscles tightened under the weight of Asher’s aura, which pressed down like molten lava. “Yesterday I saw that mute, ninety-nine-year-old wizard, Felix, send one of his most trusted wizards with a written message for Alpha Ronan. Felix couldn’t mind-link Ronan himself for some reason. I intercepted Felix’s wizard halfway and took care of him…permanently. Only

Xander's tone was very light. But his words were still very intimidating. "Xander, don't worry. I won't hurt a defenseless girl." Ron smiled. He then filled Xander's glass with wine again. "I've told you, what I want to do is to take Abigail away from you. I want you to experience the feelings of having your wife taken away." Ron had a nickname in this circle that terrified people which was Lunatic Hagrid! The way he did things was so crazy that no one could predict it.