Muriel Weasley Novels & Stories

Grey queried, his voice husky and terrifying. “I want to see Muriel,” I declared. I was next in line to become an Alpha, everyone must obey me. Grey looked at me for a while, forcing my gaze down to the floor. “Follow me,” he said and turned away, walking to a dungeon barrier. He opened the heavy lock and we entered. He opened another lock and I saw Muriel, she was seated curled up on the floor. She looked wretched, that’s what she is though. ~Muriel~

Alina shook her head miserably. “If you didn’t want to….” Muriel pursed her lips “Then why did you give them the potion?” “Huh?” Alina stared in shock. “Don’t lie to me…” Muriel shook her head in disappointment “I know…. I am the one who bought it for you.” “Mom… I….” Muriel put her hand up to stop her daughter… she wanted to trust her… but… “I came to tell you about your choices.” Muriel closed her eyes in pain, she didn’t want her daughter to take her path…. But now…. She sighed before opening her eyes.

She was going to help Rori feel at home here and mend their new relationship if she could. Destiny made her way into the gallery and noticed that Muriel was hovering over a few bits of paper on the counter, and Destiny chewed her lip as she approached the spectrul. “So you guys got names now, hu?” she said and Muriel glanced up startled at the young troll and nodded slightly before bowing her head. Destiny sighed, “you can tell me yours… if you want,” Muriel looked up at Destiny and opened her mouth but closed it and faded from sight.

Her eyes never left the flowers she adored. Morrigan’s hands are as delicate as they used to be before, however, shreds of evidence of her aging can never be concealed forever. Streaks of silver hair on her silky smooth head had been noticeable over the years. Wrinkles by the side of her eyes and on her hands are also evident as she watches the kingdom changes over the years. “Reporting to you, Queen Mother.” Rita curtsied hoisting her dress. A fair princess Morrigan had raised over the years, Rita grew up as a rightful heir to the throne. She could not be more proud of how dignified and elegant she had turned into. The young child that used to be malnourished from the borders grew up as a f

“Can’t you see what’s happening? She is the reason Gwen is withholding my medicine!” “Mom!” My wolf stirred angrily inside me. “Muriel is Alpha Derrick’s daughter. She does not deserve to be insulted like this.” The veins along my mother’s forehead throbbed violently as she fought to control her temper. “Then tell me,” she hissed. “Will your foolish choices and Ned’s stupidity save this pack from humiliation?” Unable to stay silent any longer, Muriel finally spoke. In her usual gentle voice, she said, “Luna, please calm down. I’ll use my pack’s connections to search for the herb needed for the concoction.”

Muriel murmured, taking steps back, away from her brother, Sir Bernard. "Muriel, I promised you…he is nothing!" "Don't you understand? He has already organised an army, Bernard! He took that woman under his wing, he is growing strong!" Muriel recoiled from his touch, looking directly into Sir Bernard's watery eyes. "I…I advise you to avoid doing anything that will provoke him, Sir!" Desmond finally opened his mouth— Pierce was still lost in a world that he only felt present in. Desmond's shaking voice rang across the room, waking Pierce, and hustling him back to reality.

"Yes, who is she?," "I don't really know, only that she was a sister to the first two witches, the first, the dark witch Ivy and the second, the white witch Alice, Morgana was the third but like her sisters she wasn't blessed with the gift of magic," he explained making Leon brows furrow deeply, what connection did he have with a powerless human?, nonetheless it was a topic for another day, all he wanted right now was the feel of his mate against his arms and he long strides he walked towards Evelyn picking her on his arms.

“ Are you Derek? Hello, I am Ginny. I will be in charge of teaching you about the foundation of magic,” Ginny introduced herself to him, she was a very beautiful woman. With her red hair that floated behind her and brown eyes that were filled with warmth that he had never seen after the death of his mother.

The crown hummed a lullaby in Romanian, Welsh, German, Japanese, and cabbage-scented love. Celeste Valentina Morua—14-year-old white-blonde Blood Wizard, Level 1, Crown equipped

Muriel stood over a small stone plate, grinding herbs with a mortar and pestle. “Thank you, dear. It’s been a while, Princess,” she called to Celeste, who bowed. Muriel was Sorgale’s grand healer—her old age and wisdom had overseen three kings. “It has been a while, Lady Muriel.” Celeste calls with a polite snake towards Muriel who chuckles. “Lady? Hah! My old bones are already too fragile. I’m too old to be called ‘lady,’ child—though my granddaughter would be happy to hear it and tease me,” she muttered, patting Celeste’s cheek. The gesture surprised Anora.