Dead Fred Weasley Novels & Stories

She feels so embarrassed while thinking those days she called him 'Dad' with a force smile on her face. "Why you say," Fredd repeated. He looked down and smiled sincerely, as if he's thinking of something beautiful. His eyes sparkle but it's not as shiny as diamond, but as delicate as tears under the moonlight. Wonwoo has been with Fredd since he was young. He is his son so that's given. Therefore, Wonwoo is the only one who can count how many times he saw such sad expression on Fredd's face. He had two guesses behind that grimace; whether Fredd is thinking about his dead mom or he is reminiscing those days he had with dead friend. Wonwoo doesn't know anything about Celine's mom, Freea. Yet

I said but his head in disapproval. “He flared up saying I will become a disgrace to him if I become a warrior since I haven’t had my wolf yet, the argument then went crazy and he started by beating her and from then he killed her. I tried to help and stop him but I only find myself blacking out and when I woke up, my mom was dead.” He explained while close to tears. It is official. That man deserves a painful death.

Who knows. I get distracted by some footsteps but I don’t look away from Mags, she’s my only focus. “If this is the sack of shit you want to defend, here he is. Viuda Negra dies tonight,” Dozer booms, as he drops Hugo on the ground, feet away. The male cries out in agony, though if he’s as high as I’m guessing he’s probably feeling a fraction of what he should. The Reeve’s eyes go wide as his arm with the gun lowers on its own. Mick doesn’t wait. We run toward him at full speed with all we have, just as I see a wolf I know to be Asher, also known as Missile, lunges from behind.

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

“Witches and wizards make use of their hands to cast spells and the rest of them. But that doesn't mean we're entirely useless without them.” “Then bust yourself out and stop talking to me.” Freya butted in a little impatiently. “I wish it was that easy. But I promise you that if you trigger it, you're not going to die, and you'll be captured by another pack who'll make your life much more miserable.” Hezell continued, his voice sounding serious. Freya, who had taken a step forward, froze and slowly tilted her head to the side, “How do you know?”

Gwen looked extremely proud, while the other three looked utterly amazed with sparkles in their eyes. The death of any wizard or witch is taken to accord by the High Sorceress's assistant and incase of a High Wizard or Witch being dead, was dealt by the Supreme Sorcerer. Giselle was not surprised when Brandon came and stood In front of her and was indeed shocked seeing her wolf form. Brandon didn't ask about anything, but stood beside the now dead wizard and shook his head. "Fucking disgrace." He spat in anger and put his right palm over the dead body as green mist emerged from his hand and enveloped the body.

I gritted my teeth as I watched him fall on the ground with the sword still intact on his head. I looked up when Percy clapped slowly, more on in a teasing way. I clenched my jaw and wished that I could kill him with just my deep glares. I looked around the dead bodies and my weakening burning tears fell on my cheeks again, specially when my eyes landed at Fenris. Zack's interpretation of his vision was wrong. I didn't kill Fenris and the others, the fucking Wizard did. I gripped on my fist as I stared back at Percy, thinking of a way to bring him down. I will fucking kill him.

She snickered, checking him out. “I sure am.” Kriss smirked, checking her out as well. “Alright. So what do you have?” She offered, straightening her back. “Money is of no value. Why not this? Whoever loses does one thing the other one says.” Kriss asked, bringing a silence at their table. Kriss knew his power, all of them combined could never kill him. He was the White Death, the most feared wizard alive. “Haha, Boy, Ya out of yer mind?” She slurred her words, shaking her to sober up.

The tears Marlene had fought hard to control started to stream down her face without control and as much as she tried controlling herself, she just couldn't do it anymore. "She's... she passed away Frederick and there was nothing we could do to save her." She informs him shakily and although he already knew what had happened, hearing it from someone else made him realise that the love of his life had left and now he had no one. With rage and pain in his heart, Frederick immediately changed to his wolf form, carried his dead mate on his back and bolted out of the hut and out into the forest where he planned to mourn for the rest of his life.

A small smile played on his face as if he was luring me to him. I shook my head in disagreement. “No..you are dead. Freddie..you are dead..” I started backward, bending slowly with my hand down my belly. “I am not dead. But I am in a peaceful place. And I want you there with me.” His smile grew broader. It was as if he was casting a spell on me. “I don’t want to die. I..don’t—“ I closed my eyes and leaned back on a tree breathing heavily. “I am sorry, Freddie. You don’t deserve to die. I am sorry..please..forgive me. Please Freddie—“ I was feeling dizzy when I reopened my eyes but Freddie was nowhere to be found.