Garreth Weasley Novels & Stories

she turned her face towards Noah who immediately nodded in agreement, "Absolutely" Arriving at the wine cellar they were greeted by a young man in neat clothes. "Sir, Madam, "he greeted, nodded politely. And he also did that same thing to Noah and Rachel. "Glad to have you back Garrett" Gabriel spread his arms, embraced the young man warmly, Emily also did the same. "Noah, Rachel, if you ever met Dorothy our head of household, Garrett is her son, he's our pride, you know he's a smart Harvard Law Student and he's like our own son," Emily said proudly.

Evie would panic and Rodney’s curse would worsen, bringing back chaos to the pack. I smiled, my mind forming the exact details of the plan that would get Tommy out. “Come with me,” I told Janice and we both left the room, descending the stairs into the floors of the pack house. I knew someone desperate enough to help me in the old servant quarters. Gareth was a former warrior who spent most of his time in an old storage room. He was a useless drunk who had become frustrated after being unfairly dismissed from the warrior faction. “You said no killing, right?” Gareth asked after listening to the entire plan.

Gamma Everly is giving me the space to do whatever I see fit. My claws make their way up to Warrior Garett’s jugular. I could kill him. I could kill him right now. It would be like nothing. It would be so, so easy. But I find my gaze roaming along the crowd once again. The warriors I’m staring at are misguided in their beliefs that she-wolves can’t fight, but hopefully now I’ve managed to change their minds. If I want to train alongside them, I want them to like me. To respect me. And Warrior Garett has been a long-standing member of the Lycan Army, as well as a formidable asset to the Lycan Royal Family.

"I will not let her take you." "You do know that I am the commander of the witches army, right?" Garara said as she wore her evil smile again. "My spells have grown stronger and trust me, they are strong enough to not just knock you out, but knock you out for life." Caleb didn't move but maintained his ground and this made Garara cackle loudly. "Well then," she mumbled as she raised her wand in the air. "Your funeral."

I let the words trail off, moving back to the chair I’d been curled up in when he’d knocked on the door and picked up my bottle of water, taking another swig. “Sorry, it’s just… I’ve never seen a wolf with such a wound and it not heal.” Garrett stood in the middle of my room looking uncomfortable with the mess surrounding him. My eyes trailed over him, a bit more thoroughly this time, his suit was immaculate, perfectly tailored and deep black, with a pristine white button up under it and a blue tie that matched his eyes, ending with very shinny black shoes that looked like they’d never seen a scuff mark in their life. He looked like a million bucks, which seeing as how he was worth much m

I looked at him — really looked at him — the silver in his hair catching the streetlight, the faint lines creasing the corners of his eyes. “Remind me,” I said slowly, “what was your name again?” He blinked, caught off guard. Then he scoffed, half amused, half exasperated. “You forgot my name again? It’s Gareth. Gareth Wren.” The name hit me like a half-remembered song. I studied him for a long moment before murmuring, “Gareth…” I smiled faintly. “You’re, what, seventy now?” “Sixty-eight,” he corrected, voice dry. “Why?”

He has barely moved when Gareth starts linking, 'Are you calling me a hypocrite for paying for sëx̌? We all do that, Zach. It doesn't count.' I move close, so that I'm staring into his eyes. "Gareth Stone, I know you have another son. By a halfblood servant!" His face turns white. "My Beta knows, too. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do." I'm leaving when he grabs my arm. One look at him and he lets go quickly.

said Logan as he pecked her on her lips. The two of them stood in front of Jared’s grave and watched Greta shed tears. The poor woman had recovered the vitality that she lost when she was trapped by Mavis but the time the things that Mavis had done could not be corrected. Like moving Jared away from the rest of the family. Even though they had moved his grave back to where it should have been, it had become a norm for Greta to shed tears on every death anniversary of Jared’s. Next to her stood Elder Maximus and his two sons. Damien was no longer as sickly as he was with Levy healing him and the man next to him was his other son whom he gave birth to with a witch.

“Sure, the Garrets are powerful, but is it really worth it?” She didn’t know. She didn’t want to know. How could she marry someone like… him? What was his name again? From what she had heard in the news—and in endless whispers of rumor—the ugly, crippled Garret her aunt and uncle had mentioned was the youngest heir of the Garret family.

If I had to define what was in front of me, I would have just one word- Magical! “Wow! You guys just changed this dark forest into someplace right from a fairy-tale!”, I complimented. Ethan bowed and whispered a small thanks. “Are my eyes, okay? Or is it really my little Hayley Robinson!”, a conversant voice exclaimed. I turned around and there he was- Mr Garrot, Mr Adolf’s younger brother. “Hello Mr Garrot!”, I exclaimed excited and gave him a tight hug. “You have grown so tall!”, he said faking his astonishment. I laughed.