Hugo Granger Weasley Novels & Stories

"Good morning, Granger. How may I help you?" Phoebus Granger is a well-known marksman and an incredible demon hunter, if he went all the way here then he must be after Aleister. Ruby cursed the demon for not making sure to cover his trail. How reckless can he be to allow himself to be spotted by a demon hunter heading to the forest? If bad comes to worse she'll get involved in all of this and she might even be forced to hurt Phoebus, which is such a shame since he's one of the few people that Ruby can tolerate.

The way I did damn near all the wolves in Gotham. My brother sharp inhale reached my ears and my grip on the sword tightened. I could sense the questions in his gaze. “What the fuck are you doing?” “I pledge my allegiance to you, Anthony Gotham. Ruler of elite wolves, Slayer of beasts-” Hagrid started, his jaw slacking when I stopped him and watched him tip back his head to stare at me. “Good. That is all I needed to know.” I grinned, raising the sword high in the air and lining it up with his open mouth in one swift motion.

He'd rather spend his precious time on cultivation. "Mr. Norwood, bad news!" Hugo came scrambling in. He was disheveled, his clothes creased, and blood dotted his body. The man looked like he'd just come out of a fierce battle. Evan asked in surprise, "What happened?" No one in Silverton could touch Hugo, not with his power and influence. "It's Graham! He's coming after all the guys who skipped his banquet, and he wants to make me an example! He took some of my turf and company!" Hugo was wheezing and breathing rapidly.

“Arguing, more like,” I say. “Any exchange of words is a good one, per their mother.” I hum. “You are a good man, to try to accommodate them.” “It’s for their mother’s sake.” He laughs lightly. “I’m no hero, Esther. Not in this. I just want to stay on their mother’s good side.” “Who is their mother?” I ask. Hugo glances at me as he stops the golf cart under the shade of a tree near the tee box. “Senator Grace.”

His frosty eyes locked with Hugo's as he sneered and said, "Everyone in Luminous knew about your family's relationship with Grayson from the Whistleblower.." Arian was surveying Hugo as he spoke. Then, he continued, "Why would you suddenly want us to step in and take care of Grayson for you?" They raised the watchdog for years, but they were bitten by it in the end. Hugo was a little embarrassed by the question. After he gave it a thought, he explained, "It's true that my family had a close relationship with Grayson. But nobody can be foes forever, and the same applies to friends.

‘You really are a witch. I nearly fall to my knees in relief. I swear I can see a smile in her eyes as she turns back to the lion, who is starting to stir. I run forward to stop her but see Granger, now in his human form, lying beneath the lion, coated in blood. He’s not moving. His eyes are closed, his lips parted. “No, no, no!” I cry, and lunge for him.

to thank, this is our responsibility." Carwyn Levi nodded in approval: "Yes, there's nothing left, you guys go ahead, we'll take care of the boy." The doctors all bowed respectfully and walked away. Grainne and Carwyn Levi enter the ER. Harry's small body lay on the hospital bed, looking extremely pitiful. Grainne walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking Harry's face carefully, she leaned down to kiss his forehead, tears of pain falling down his son's face as well. Having just heard from the doctor that this could leave Harry mentally traumatized, Grainne was heartbroken. Harry is so young that he has to go through something he shouldn't go through, and it's all caused by C

To stop my father from making the royal announcement on who was to be his heir. The woman in my arms moved and I inhaled sharply, the soft whimper she exhaled snapping even Igor from his rant with Hagrid as he sauntered over to peer at her prone porcelain face, the wild curls of her flaming red hair falling limply around her face, matted with blood. My blood. “What the hell happened back there?” He hissed, his black pea eyes beading with frustration as he curled his lips, kicking the discarded tin of a helmet that lay at his feet so that the metal went skittering noisily into the shadows.

she asked, her voice warm but teasing. Sarai opened her mouth to reply, her cheeks already warming with embarrassment, but before she could speak, the familiar sound of someone clearing their throat startled both women. They turned to see Hugo standing in the doorway, his sea-green eyes sharp but amused. "I’m sorry to interrupt," Hugo said smoothly, stepping into the bakery, his imposing presence filling the room. "I’m Sarai’s boyfriend," he added, his voice firm as he extended a hand to Mrs. Hargrove. "Hugo Griffin."

She reminded me. "True. So there are five Grace's of Gryffindor, that bear walker. You can only differentiate them when you meet with them in person or by their title." I told her. "There's Walker the first Grace of Gryffindor, Walker the third Grace of Gryffindor, Walker the third and all the way up to the fifth." I said looking at her from time to time to make sure she understood. We soon got to the bathroom on Steyn's request and had a warm bath. After that, we toweled our bodies, stepped out and left for lunch.