Hogwarts Legacy: Weasley Novels & Stories

They had grins and adoring looks on their faces as they kept their eyes on us. “Lara, you look exquisite!” Azula complimented, and clapped for a few seconds. “Thank you,” I mouthed to her, and soon Legacy and little Lara came running to me. “Aunt Lara looks like a real-life princess!” I heard little Lara’s adorable voice. “She’s my daddy’s princess!” Legacy said in a sing-song, and my heart melted. Everyone was like, “Awww.” in response. After a few minutes of talking to Ashton, Zoe, and the others, we were on our way. Hamish took a boatload of pictures before we left though.

"Miss Fey, miss DeLuca, just in time," "Hurry up now girls and take a seat," Mr. Heeley invited us with a placid smile, gesturing towards the crowded classroom, my mood however plummeting as I lastly noticed that there were only two empty seats left, one right next to fucking Josh Mendez -whom I hated with a freaking passion, don't ask- the other one being right next to none other than Death's son, a.k.a Nathan Darkhart, his intense gaze already trained on me. Fuck-no!

Gina said to Levi, "with all your pop culture references." Levi shrugged. "I've been around a long time. I've watched a lot of movies. What else was I supposed to do after seeing the world." "He's a big Harry Potter fan," Joshua said. "I am not!" Levi gritted out. "He has a wand and Hogwarts robe under his bed," Joshua added and Gina and Alex took off running towards his room. "I have to see this," Gina yelled. "Hey stay out of my room!" Levi shouted after them and I smiled watching them bicker as they fought to reach the room.

He was overwrought yet grateful as he said, “Mr. East, save me! Save my Yggdrasill family! My granddaughter Hermione Yggdrasill is now the Plenilune Sect’s core disciple and has acquired the Goddess’ Legacy. Even the Plenilune Sect’s sect master wishes to take her as a disciple. She will be the leading figure of the Plenilune Sect in the future. Mr. East, if you help me this time, the Plenilune Sect will definitely thank you with great rewards.” “The Goddess’ Legacy?” Charioce East froze for a moment, but obviously, there was a fleeting passion in his eyes. “That’s right. It’s the Goddess’ Legacy, and it’s even from a living goddess.” “...” This time, Charioce East was even more surprised.

“So… it’s not dangerous?” “No, my love,” Elara whispered, brushing a stray curl from her daughter’s cheek. “It’s miraculous. This child will change everything. That’s why Adrian gave it to you. It wasn’t a gift. It was a vow.” She looked at Nyma with eyes lit like the first light of dawn. “This baby is legacy. A turning point. And when the time comes, the world will see this child for what they truly are.” Nyma didn’t speak.

“Come here. Look at this bloody thing.” From behind a half-collapsed gravestone, Iris emerged, brushing dirt from her palms. “What is it now? Did the battery go flat again?” “No,” Ron muttered, holding the wand out toward her like it was contaminated. “It picked up something. A reading. From the girl.” Iris blinked. “What girl?” “Moira’s niece. Lila.” At that, Iris’s expression shifted. She stepped forward quickly, snatching the wand from his hand and tilting it toward the light. The small, enchanted dial at its center was still pulsing faintly, yes, but unmistakably.

the attorney began solemnly, “is the key to the Callahan legacy. With it, you now hold access to everything your father left behind—his treasures, his wisdom, and the secrets only he trusted his heir to uncover. Congratulations, Elena Callahan.” The weight of the moment hit Elena like a wave. Her fingers trembled as she accepted the key, its cool metal resting against her palm. Tears welled in her eyes as she stared at the tiny object that symbolized years of struggle, heartbreak, and determination. She clutched it tightly, feeling an overwhelming connection to the father she had barely known. Her voice wavered as she spoke. “Thank you. I…I’ll honor his legacy. I promise.” The room erupted i

Drake turned to motion towards Angel, "My dear friend here is very hungry if you can give him something to eat, I will gladly get rid of any monsters you wish.” “We don’t have much but if you can kill those damn monsters we can certainly spare something.” They looked up to see an older version of the little girl holding a rifle. “Names Alexis Romanov and she’s my little sister, Akilina. Come in and we’ll talk.” Drake stood up, “That would be good.” He turns toward Angel again and holds out his hand. Angel walks ahead of Drake and they follow the girls into the Cabin.

Caroline replied. “Ahem! Ahem! HIM. Are you not going to take my brother-in-law’s name?” She teased. “It’s not like that,” Caroline muttered, throwing a cushion at her. * Otherside!! ‘I can smell the faint fragrance of our mate from Mr. Weasley’s clothes.’ Bolt muttered when they hugged each other. ‘You’re overthinking. It might belong to his daughter.’ Artemis reasoned out. ‘Nope. My nose clearly remembers the fragrance of Ms. Weasley from yesterday.’ Bolt argued.

“…An honor?” For a moment, he thought he had misheard. Nobody ever spoke to him like that. Not in his world. Inside the Hayes mansion, he was called useless. A burden. A mistake. Honor didn’t belong anywhere near his name. He let out a short, bitter breath. “If this is some kind of joke, I’m not interested.” “This is not a joke, sir,” The voice replied immediately. “My name is Victor Hale. I am the chief steward of the Cross family.”