Garreth Weasley Novels & Stories

The stench of death was unmistakable. Then Seraphina gasped. "Garret." Dorian went rigid beside her. His breathing grew harsh. Garret had once been second-in-command. Fiercely loyal, sharp-eyed, quick to smile in battle. He'd trained alongside Dorian since childhood closer than brothers. Now, he was a shell. Seraphina stepped forward, but the moment her magic reached out, it recoiled violently. Something inside Garret rejected her touch. Fought it. And then-

Gaynore standing by the entrance. Hands inside his pocket, Chandler smiled at the doctor. “Hello, Dr. Gaynore.” The smile on his lips wasn’t a good sign for Dr. Gaynore. Gaynore is a Salutary wolf in Wayne packs. He is a herbal wolf who heal and take care of the ill and inured. He has no magic or powers, and he couldn’t shape shift anymore that’s why he’s started to grow old physically at the age of 102. As his disguise, he’s working as normal doctor in general surgery department.

And laws could cut deeper than teeth. When I arrived, the elders were already seated in a wide stone circle. Lady Margaret sat at the center, her silver staff resting against her knee. Her face was calm. And then I saw him. Garrett. He stood across the hall, tall and broad-shouldered, his dark hair pulled back in a warrior’s tie. His eyes were hard. Cold. Maya’s brother. Alpha Garrett of Silver Creek Pack. My chest tightened. Not long ago, Garrett took the Alpha crown and chose distance over family.

“Not at all. Kent, this is Holly. Holly, this is my brother, Kent. If you want to learn more about your power, he will certainly be an excellent teacher. He has been a prodigy in magic since he was a child.” “Don’t listen to my brother. He’s my biggest supporter, but I’m limited.” Garrett’s brother recounted, good-humoredly. “I have fragile health, you could say. My body isn’t capable of practicing magic like the sorcerers of old. But I do my best…” He hesitated, thoughtfully “And, if you’re here, I believe I can be of use in some way, can’t I?”

Garreth said in deep thought. "No, he is a respectable person. Don't let my view about him change the way you see him." Della didn't know why she was defending him but she just wasn't the type of person to purposely hurt others because of bitterness. "I can't help but be maddened by the way him and his family treated you. I read the papers and when you told me your side of the story... I finally understood what type of vultures those French imbeciles are." Garreth was beyond angry, he was a down to earth person but when anyone crossed the people he loved, he became the worst.

Garelt was speaking out of concern for the pack back then, without seeing the bigger picture. “Garelt?” He was back to the present to see the two children staring at him with curious eyes. He spaced out leaving the car’s door wide open as he leaned in, he smiled at Ophelia. He saw the bigger picture in the lilac color of her eyes. The pack that he is worried about, will all be glad to know that they are helping this little girl. Garelt knew the pack by heart, he found it silly that this never crossed his mind.

It showed a brighter strand. "But the boy," Garrett whispered. "Leo. He was born a wolf. He shifted at four. His blood is pure. It is the Philosopher’s Stone." "You want to kill him to make yourself immortal," I said. "I want to save humanity!" Garrett shouted. His composure cracked. "Think about it Elara! No more cancer. No more aging. We could be gods!" "You are not a god," I said. "You are a parasite." I raised the gun. I aimed at his chest.

“Mr. Gray. I-I don’t know. I’m not—” Hartley put his hand on Garrett’s shoulder. “It’s okay to say no. You don’t have an obligation to us, but it would be nice to have you as part of our pack. You will always be treated like family.” Garrett’s usual blueish-grey eyes, glowed orange with a hint of silver. Zander wanted to become a part of the pack, but Garrett was reluctant. “Garrett, no need to answer. Take your time and think it over, but let him come to you and tell you about his identity. Which room is he currently in? I need to see my son now.”

One of the Werewolves demanded. "Relax. The Beta kids are no threat." "How do you know that?" "Because I know Garrix, he goes way back with my ancestors. Especially Joshua." Bryce turned his brown eyes at the Principal. "You could've given me a heads-up about this, Garrix, instead of discovering it all on my own." "My apologies, Mr. Ashton." Garrix voiced professionally. '...Ancestors?' Scarlett's flickered at the previous word. Vivid memories of the vestige soon flooded back. To the certain Werewolf that looked exactly like Shawn.

However, he’d throw me into his meat- grinder wars before I could blink, If my father knew I could fight. Don Malrec Thornvale did n’t indeed look at us. His eyes were bloodshot, projected on the cards in his pulsing hands. contrary him sat Garron Blackmere. Garron was not a bettor ; he was a scavenger. He smelled the spoilage on our family and came to peel the skin back. " I’m all in," Malrec croaked. He did not slide chips. He slid a single, essay- dampened diploma across the green felt. " What the f**k is that?" Garron asked, his voice a low grate.