Fred And Hermione Novels & Stories

"Of course, Freda. I could use some company." As Freda settled into the armchair next to me, I couldn't help but wonder what she had in store. Perhaps she held the key to unlocking the mysteries of the characters' fates, or maybe she had her own secrets to share. Whatever the case, I knew that my evening had taken an unexpected twist, and the story of love and intrigue on the screen was about to be intertwined with the enigmatic world of the Golden Phoenix werewolf pack. As Freda settled into the armchair next to me, her eyes twinkling with curiosity, I couldn't help but notice her amused smile. It was as if she already knew the answer to the question she was about to ask.

“Now, where were we?” There was the sudden sound of the air heating up and the crackling sound of electricity followed by streaks of blue lighting as Hermes zoomed past Viper and bashed his entire body into the goddess, sending her reeling backwards and crashing almost to the other side of the park, closer to Lake Clara Meer. “Hey,” Hermes gave Viper a ‘are you okay’ nod. Kristina, Crimson and James then joined in on the fight, teaming up with the teenagers who had carried with them quite a handful of weapons.

she said. “Fine,” said Hazel shortly while looking inside Eden’s eyes. A smirk appeared on his face. ****** “Okay Char, Leah, Tyna, and Bella are going with their mates and now only you and Hazel are left, let’s decide with whom you want to ride,” asked Fred. Carmen gave him a dead stare and he smiled. “I am not Char,” she said, annoyed. “Well, Eden or me?” he asked. She looked around. “Fine, I am coming with you,” she said, exhausted.

Franco stood still. Rose and Ara ran. “They cannot hide,” Freda growled. “Find them by scent. Omegas cannot mask it forever.” Franco blinked wondering if he misheard his sister. “Omega? No, she is—” “You were fooled, brother,” Freda snapped. “That red-haired one is Omega. She used herbs to hide her scent. But not anymore.” “Impossible,” Franco said. “Believe or not, I don’t care. But she dies today.” “Please. Leave Rose be,” Franco begged.