Dead Fred Weasley Novels & Stories

“What does that even mean? I am supposed to be human, only human. I don’t know what it means to transform from being a human to warewolf and warewolf to human. “ I said, still confused. “Okay okay okay, calm down, alright. “ he walked towards me slowly. “I need you to step away from Annie. “ he said. “Zack, she is dead. I killed her, Zack. I didn’t mean to, but I did. How is it that I killed her? I am supposed to be human. How can a human kill a warewolf with just one blow? “ I kept rambling the questions to him. “I need you to step away from her, Freda. Move away from her. “ he said. I quickly moved back. He looked shocked as well an he crouched down to observe Annie’s bod. He sniffed on he

“If he died, Fredden wouldn’t have died. The slave crest eats the one it possess. That man is a curse master; someone who worships the Devil. Anyway, he won’t appear anytime soon. Let’s take time to heal our wounds!” “That’s right! Let’s prepare for future battles! We can’t sleep soundly yet,” his eyes showed great determination. Why was he determined this way? Did Fredden’s death affect him this much? Should I tell him I was pregnant? “Neldrisdyd… I am… Anyway I… Shall we head back together?” he offered his warm hand and I accepted it. “Why did you go through all that suffering again? You could have sent someone to warn you and you wouldn’t suffer this much.”

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.

The one person who gave him that, who made him feel that, was now gone and will be buried down into the Earth’s crust, where his dreams and future lie with him on the ground. What a wonderful life would his uncle have had if he got to live more years and spend those days, months, years, laughing and brightening the world once more. “This is all your fault Azrael! Since when did you become this careless?! Now...now…Our father is dead!” It was the voice of Frederick in the background that kept Azrael’s feet onto reality, his gray eyes that used to shine are now filled with darkness and hollowness. Frederick gripped his clothes and continued to cry in agony, his face was full of tears with his

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

"I swear... I swear on my life... I brewed it myself... I… I stood there… I watched her drink it all… Please… she drank it all... I saw her swallow..." I stared into her eyes, looking for a lie. I saw nothing but pure, soul-crushing fear. At that point, something snapped in my brain. I remembered the healers’ warnings: “The wolf’s constitution is a mystery. Sometimes the body fights the medicine. Sometimes it takes a moment to settle.” "Stupid," I hissed as I shoved her away from me. Freda collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air, her chest heaving as she clutched her throat. She looked like a broken doll.

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

"If there's a next life... I'll come to you clean. I won't... I won't stain myself next time." "I'm sorry... I love you." At that moment, the long, agonizing pain finally vanished. His body, which had been rigid and hollowed out for so long, began to relax. As his life force drained away, the weak wolf in his subconscious let out a final, mournful whimper before falling into total silence. His open palm was a blurred mess of crystal shards and blood, fused together so tightly they were one. Late Night. Fred was driving Wynn back to the estate, the carefully chosen birthday cake sitting in the backseat.

“Say something—anything! Bring a solution to this mess.” Now that you’re in deep shit, you want me to help you clean it up? Why didn’t you think of my importance then? he thought bitterly. “Ruddy!” Freda barked sharply, cutting him from his thoughts. “Sorry, Luna.” He lowered his head quickly. “Well… the Richard you speak of isn’t alive anymore. I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

Safey commented, rolling her eyes. The last drink to stay on the tray was purple. When I motioned to drink it in one gulp, I wasn’t sure if it was only a hallucination but I think I saw her smirk. What was that for? “For the soon to be Mrs. De Castro!” Safey exclaimed, raising her glass. We all did the same. “For soon to be Mrs. De Castro!” we repeated and drank the last drink. After that, the twins were the first to bid their good bye followed by Safey.