Garreth Weasley Novels & Stories

“We are going to save your mother, just follow the plan.” Gareth and Hazel stood off to the side of the portal, Hazel wore a dampening charm around her neck meant to keep her magical signature tamped. Garreth held a net made of fine golden chains like the ones that bound them in the Seelie Fae realm. Gera assured them they were strong enough to hold anyone once the lock on them was sealed. She refused to tell them where she had gotten them, and Hazel found herself slipping deeper and deeper into distrust for her.

"What is it? Ambrose asked when he saw Theodore getting tensed and nervous. "Your granddaughter is about to arrive," Theodore said before adding, "I'm going to bring her and Dotty here." "Ah. The future queen or king is about to arrive." Crystal Cornell spoke with a smile. She was the former werewolf queen and grandmother of Steve Weasley. In fact, she was the one who was going to lead both vampires and werewolves tonight. While Scarlett Wright was going to lead the witches and wizards present there. While Oliver, Owen, and Oscar were going to lead the hunters.

Garrett began, his voice laced with venomous resentment, "It all started years ago. I stumbled upon a powerful witch, a formidable force I couldn't resist. She held the very essence of magic within her and I craved that power. But I wasn't always like this. I only became bitter after I lost what was mine." Nicole listened intently, her eyes narrowing as she tried to comprehend the depths of Garrett's betrayal. "You killed her, didn't you?" she asked, her voice barely concealing her disgust. "You killed the witch..." A malicious grin played on Garrett's face as he confirmed her suspicions. "Yes, I took her life and absorbed her powers. I became the witch, a force to be reckoned with. It was t

The world shifted into layers of flowing energy. I saw the violent torrent being ripped from me, saw it channeled through Seraphine, and saw the crucial, steadying stream flowing from the hooded figure, grounding the volatile power. I followed that stream back to its source, reading the unique signature of the mage’s core. And my heart stopped. No. As if feeling my recognition, the figure slowly lowered its hood. Garrett. My former third. The traitor who had tried to kill me, who had supposedly been vaporized by his suicide crystal months ago. He looked older, harder, with purple threads lacing the irises of his otherwise familiar eyes.

She was sure he was using his Alpha tone to hurt other people, and she would prove it to his father to get him to strip his title. Xavier knew he wouldn’t get anywhere by continuing to fight. He turned and walked out of the cafeteria, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. Xavier’s younger brother sighed and shook his head. Xavier had failed whatever test this was. Maybe Thea wouldn’t have to prove anything to his father after all. “I apologize on behalf of my family,” Garret said. He had light brown hair like Xavier’s, but he kept his short and tidy, unlike Xavier’s shaggy style. “To you, Thea, as well as to your mates.”

The thick green liquid had a bitter scent that made me want to cough. "What's in that? It's awful," Garret complained, coughing as he finished every last drop. So either it really wasn't that bad, or he felt he needed all the help he could get to endure the pain. It broke my heart to see one of my closest friends in such agony. I had always thought of Garret as an annoying younger brother, always playing around with his siblings. He was the one who kept us all together, in his own unique way. Garret had a knack for bringing out our true intentions, pushing us to do things we wouldn't dare otherwise.

It smelled bad. “You shouldn’t have done that, little girl. I am Killian Garter. I am the only one to control fire at my will. Watch how I burn you and your so-called wolf with my two hands.” Mr. Garter roared and shifted instantly. He didn’t give me any time. His wolf was brown. Not the brown that Miracle was. It was a faint brown. He was giant, but not like Miracle or Moon. His eyes were brown. I had never encountered a werewolf with brown eyes.

“Dad, I think we can give some of our minutes,” Charlotte said, trying to control her hand, which was inching to hug her cousin, who was more like her elder sister. She wanted to ask so many things with this adventure because, as far as she knew, Calvin was into adventure, not her. “She is my wife, Caroline Gosling.” Artemis introduced her to a group of four people. He knew Oliver Weasley and his daughter, not the rest.

A flash of purple sparkles in them before he quickly turned away, clearing his throat. “The medical centre is this way. We must hurry. Perseus is a stickler when it comes to arriving on time. I also have a training session after we tour the village. We can’t waste any more time than we already have.” Garren began walking towards the village. I hurried after him, careful of my foot placement to ensure I didn’t lose balance and wipe out. “He is definitely an interesting individual. What was up with the purple glowing eyes.?” Oren whispered as if anyone could hear her.

"Hmph! I was just speaking in passing. How was I supposed to know she'd go crazy? Besides, her little wounds are nothing compared to what I've endured on the battlefield. "I even applied the Golden Ointment that Physician Theron left behind. There's no way she's still bleeding. Unless she reopened the wounds herself to get our attention." I was momentarily surprised—Gareth had actually bothered to dress my wounds? I recalled the lengths I had gone to when Gareth had been injured in battle. With my astral power gone and ordinary doctors unable to help, I had climbed 900 steps to beg the witch physician, Theron Greyscale, for the medicine that saved his life. Ever since, Gareth had treated tha