Ginny Weasley Novels & Stories

The casting Unspeakable started to cast a very specific diagnostic. *groan* "Really?" "Really." "Gibbers?" He asked the casting Unspeakable. The cloaked man finished his spell and directed his cloaked face to his superior. "Affirmative for Horcrux." "Bloody Hell. Who is the kid?" The gloved Unspeakable, Buzzer, went to one of the books still on top of the bed and opened it, reading the name written on the front cover's back out loud. "Ginny Weasley."

He had the making of a protector and a strong one at that, like his father. I found myself wishing so many things for him. I wished that he grew strong, that he would bow to no one's whims and lean to unbiased opinions. I wished he grew up having a strong sense of self, and I prayed that we did the right thing taking him here in his awful world, protraying the weak at their lowest points and the strong being guttoral and insensitive. Ginny shines a little brighter now that she's had a proper bath and new clothes. I can see that she's a little older. The streaks in her hair aren't a dead give away, she could be younger but times have been tough on all of us.

Emerald’s eyes drifted over to him and lit up with interest. “And you are the bodyguard unfortunate enough to be stuck with this… what do I call you? Ariel on crack? Gin?” “It’s Ginny,” I bit out through my teeth. “And yes, he gets paid to follow me around and he’ll do it.” “I see.” She moved up close and whispered so that only the two of us would hear but it was useless since Leo and Noah are both wolves and could easily hear anything she has to say. “Just because you’ve been adopted into wealth doesn’t make you one of us. When I say you don’t belong here, I mean it. I’ll make you regret coming back, Gin.”

Ginny wailed and Enzo immediately walked towards her and gave her a comforting embrace. “I have a witness,” I said. “And who could that be?” My father spoke. “The Luna’s hand maiden.” I saw the look on Ginny’s eyes but something doesn’t seem right. “Bring her in,” Enzo ordered his Beta.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

Atlas, were here right here and right now and everything was exactly all I ever wanted. Our messy story was perfect. I looked into the mirror and shifted the little curls from my face. The door opened and Ginny walked back into the room. She was in her braidsmaid dress. A very pretty pink gown just like the other bridesmaids and her hair was packed into a bun with tiny curls falling on her face. She was eaten a doughnut and she looked so happy and hungry at the same time.

Ginny looked at Lucas. “So what if I am being powerful?” Lucas said slowly. Ginny was stunned as she felt that Lucas was the type of person who would be hard to approach. “Senior, the Gale Wolf Dark Races of the Dragonite Mountain will soon be here to attack us. Can I request for senior to rescue us?” said Ginny. Ginny was the strongest amongst all in the entire small city. However, Ginny was unable to defeat the leader of the Gale Wolf Dark Race. Ginny was a Rank 8 Chosen Celestial Being.

I should not, and yet that is the only fucking urge that is rushing through my veins instead of blood. “Who’s taking whom in?” I ask all of them, not bothering to cool down my tone. I do not have the frame of mind to, because she’s here. In my focus zone. And she needs to be fucking gone. “Me.” Knox places an arm around her shoulder. “Ginny will be interning with me.” She smiles up at him with those bright, bright eyes, all green and with barely any gray or even blue. She’s happy, ecstatic, and the thought of murder becomes more and more appealing.

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

“We’re here to join in on your drinking game.” “Actually, we’re having our fortunes told.” Ginny smiles conspiratorially. “Still want to join?” Ginny is a witch hybrid, a mix between a werewolf and a witch. But she tends to lean more towards her witch side. She’s sort of a celebrity on campus, making a small fortune from reading palms and brewing love potions. She’s really sweet though. Gorgeous. Popular. “Yeah,” I tell her. “I’m in.” I’m not a fan of fortune telling but really— what’s the worst that can happen?