Oldest Weasley Novels & Stories

'The King of Darkness or a King hiding in the dark?' For years the King of Vampires, Vladimir had been hiding. . . Hiding from the ones he had betrayed for his bride~ Living in the darkness, speaking the language of silence. . . 17 years ago the King of Vampires, Vladimir was lured into a trap set by an Oracle. To Find His Fated Bride~ The girl was yet to be born and Vladimir was aware that no parents in their right mind will give their daughter to a vicious Millennium old Vampire King. So in the heat of the moment, Vladimir traded with the Oracle to hand his bride to him in secret without letting her parents know. But the Vampire King never expected the witch to deceive him and abduct his bride using Vladimir as a pawn in her twisted game. . . Battling with his fury and madness the Vampire King had searched every dark forest where the Oracle could hide but he had come back empty-handed with nothing more than the weight of guilt, shame, and longings on his shoulders. What will happen when the bride Vladimir had been searching for will sweep him off his feet as if he was a little princess by literally kidnaping him from his Royal Ball? What will happen when the King who had been hiding in the dark avoiding the limelight will become the hero of the biggest scandal of the century? "Lethal killing machine, the most cunning, ferocious, and oldest Vampire to ever roam earth got kidnapped from his own Royal Ball in front of the crowd of the deadliest vampires, by a young anonymous witch." This scandal was unbelievable yet authentic. ... What will happen when the selfish, cruel, demanding and extremely unreasonable assassin Esmeray will meet the arrogant, self-centered witch-hating Vampire King Vladimir?

For three years, Isla Hale believed she had found the kind of love that defies tradition and rewrites destiny. She ran away from an arranged mating, abandoned her powerful birthright as the Alpha’s daughter of the Crescent Moon Pack, and chose her fated mate instead Rowan Vale, the charismatic heir to the Vale Pack in Harbor Ridge. Their bond was real. Fierce. Or so she thought. On a night meant to be ordinary, Isla overhears a truth that shatters everything: Rowan never stopped loving his first love. Worse, he had been drawn to Isla because she resembled her. To him, she was safe. Loyal. Convenient. A substitute. Humiliated but composed, Isla makes a quiet decision that will change all their lives she will return home and accept the arranged mating she once rejected. A political union with Adrian Blackwood, the cold and formidable Alpha whose name commands respect across territories. What Rowan doesn’t know is that Isla is not the gentle, ordinary she-wolf he assumed her to be. She is heir to one of the oldest bloodlines in the region. And once she leaves, she will not return the same. As old feelings resurface, alliances shift, and secrets unravel, Rowan begins to realize that love is not about resemblance or convenience it is about choice. But by the time he understands what Isla truly meant to him, she may already belong to another Alpha… and to a future far beyond his reach. Whispers beneath the silver moon is an emotionally charged romance about pride, power, identity, and the devastating cost of being someone’s second choice. It is a story about the kind of love that wounds and the kind that forces you to decide whether destiny is enough or if love must be chosen every single day.

Growing up, she was accustomed to having her heartbreak severally because of her Congenital Heart Disease. What she did not expect was for her to still get heartbroken immediately after she got her heart treated by those she trusted the most. To escape from the pain of the heartbreak, she made a decision that changed her life in an unprecedented way. *** This is a story that will take us on the journey of how Lorel, who was ignorant of how important her existence is to the supernatural world and at the same time dangerous to her very being. How will she survive it all when even her predecessors were unable to survive the dangers of being the BLUE BLOOD. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~he is one of the oldest of their kind and also the most dangerous of them all. Once he set his eyes on a prey, he does not relent until he gets hold of them, and right now, judging from your encounter with him a few minutes ago, you are his newest prey.” I took a step back out of fear and finally realized why I was feeling that way towards him. It was because he was dangerous. What have I gotten myself into? Why did I decide to drown myself in alcohol tonight and ended up getting myself in this predicament? Not knowing what to say or do, “I…w…why? Why am I his prey? I did nothing wrong to offend him. So why would I be his newest prey?” I stammered and bombarded him with questions. “You will have to figure that out yourself.” His eyes were focused on me as though he was trying to figure me out. Ps - You can also check out my other book; The silver wolf and show your support. XOXO.

Kennedy is the young, intelligent daughter of Alpha Warren and Luna Yara. As the oldest daughter and twin sister to the future Alpha of their pack, she is much admired by their pack and others. Unlike her other sisters, she takes after her mother, spending most of her life in the pack hospital, sitting in on medical classes and watching surgeries from a young age. Now, she is turning eighteen and she hopes to find her mate. For Kennedy, there is only one man for her, the dark and broody Quirin. Alpha Quirin took over his father’s pack at eighteen. After lying empty for ten years, it took a long time to get the pack back into something functional. Once he did, the rogues began to approach him and over time, he’s created a strong, powerful pack of fighters who value strength above all else. While pack wars are rare, it isn’t uncommon for other packs to attack, wanting the wealth of Quirin’s pack. Quirin has always been drawn to Kennedy. He knows he isn’t the right man for her, but when his wolf recognizes her as his mate on her eighteenth birthday, he’s unable to reject her as he knows he should. Having expected to live his life alone, he knows nothing of being a good mate. The darkness inside of him, the hatred for Kennedy’s father who murdered his, wars with his desire to let Kennedy fill him with her bright, cheerful light. Can Quirin let go of the past? Can Kennedy heal the darkness inside of Quirin and teach his pack that physical strength isn’t the only strength that matters? Or will Quirin’s darkness overpower her light, extinguishing it forever?

There's an unspoken rule in my household—everyone has to engage in a drinking competition during the holidays. Whoever gets wasted first will have to pay off one year's worth of house and car mortgages for the other two siblings. In the first year, I collapsed after my first glass of alcohol. I had to pay the house mortgage for my oldest sister, Dahlia Zeller. In the second year, as soon as I picked up my glass, I fainted right away. Since then, I had to pay off Jasmine Zeller, my second sister's car loan. For the next 20 years, I've always been the loser. In the end, my wife, Jean McCarthy, is forced to jump off a building because of the huge debt I've racked up. The debtors keep dumping paint onto my residence, forcing me to deter away from it. Ransacked by guilt, I end up damaging my stomach from overdrinking when I attempt to train my alcohol tolerance. As a result, half of my liver has gotten removed. When I'm on the verge of death, I hear my parents snickering outside my ward. "Don't you think we've laced too many sleeping pills in his drink? He almost didn't wake up back then!" "It's fine. He's an idiot who merely thinks he has a low alcohol tolerance. Our family still relies on him for financial survival, you see. We can keep drugging him so that he'll keep getting wasted." When I open my eyes again, I've already gotten reborn in the timeframe when I'm sitting at the dining table in the 20th year.

I had been married to Alexander for three years. Everyone feared his ruthlessness, but he had always been incredibly gentle with me. But ever since Elena took a bullet for him during a shootout six months ago, everything changed. He always said she got hurt saving him, so I had to be accommodating. At the family’s most prestigious gala, my husband—the Don, Alexander—arrived with his secretary, Elena, on his arm. Pinned to her chest was the ruby brooch that symbolized the position of the Donna of the family. "Elena took a bullet for me. She liked the brooch, so I let her borrow it for a while. Regardless, you are the only donna here. Try to show some class." I didn't argue with him. I just removed my wedding ring and pulled out the divorce papers: "Since she likes it so much, she can have it. Including this seat next to you. I'm giving that up, too." Alexander signed without hesitation, a cold smile on his face. "What kind of manipulative trick are you playing now? You're an orphan, separated from your family, you won't survive three days in Sicily. I'll wait for you to come back begging me." I took out an encrypted satellite phone I hadn't used in three years. Alexander didn't know that I was actually the youngest daughter of the oldest Mafia family in Europe. But my family and Alexander’s had always been enemies. To marry him, I had changed my name and even severed ties with my father and brothers. The call connected. I took a deep breath and whispered, "Papa, I regret it. Send someone to pick me up in two weeks."

He saves her life at sixteen. At twenty two he breaks it in front of everyone. For three years, Sera Venn cooks his meals, runs his house, and shares his bed in the dark. She is not his mate or his Luna. Just the human girl Caden Holt pulls from the breeding ward and keeps close without ever giving her a name for what they are. When he walks into the great hall with another woman on his arm and ends everything with five words, Sera doesn't fall apart. She packs her bag, walked out and didn't look back. In a world where human girls have no pack, no title, and no protection, bleeding and alone at the border is a death sentence. But the man who finds her is the last one anyone would expect. Riven Ashvale. Alpha of Northesk. Caden's oldest enemy. Cold, controlled, and dangerous that has nothing to do with his title and everything to do with him. He didn't ask who she belongs to. He asked what she wants. Nobody has ever asked her that. Now Caden fights to get her back, calling it love when it has always been ownership. Riven puts his entire pack on the line for a woman he has known two weeks. And the wolf council sends armed teams to bring Sera in dead or alive. Because something runs in her blood that thirty years of lies are built to keep buried. Powerful enough that men have hunted it for decades. Dangerous enough that they would rather see her dead than free. One Alpha keeps her secret to control her. One Alpha would burn the world to protect her. Sera was never supposed to matter. She is about to become the most dangerous thing either of them has ever touched.

My name is Mia, and I am the middle child of Don and Donna Costa. I am also the black sheep of the family. Or the ugly duckling, as my mother would call me. My shift ended a few hours ago, but it takes me long to get home as I do not have a car like my brother, Leonardo, the oldest, or my sister, Amara, the beautiful one and youngest in the family. As you may gather from my story so far, my parents do not care about me. I walk into the house with a sigh. I have seen the cars in front of our home, and I know my family has friends over. "You have nothing I want! You stole from us, and today I will kill your whole family," I hear an angry voice. I wonder what my father has done this time to piss someone off. "Godfather, give me another chance. You can have my beautiful daughter as your wife," My father begs. Holy shit! My father stole from the godfather? I know the godfather is about thirty, and his name is Riccardo Marina. The Marina family is the most powerful in the American mafia. "I do not like blond blue-eyed sluts. I prefer women with dark hair. Besides, Everyone in town knows Amara Costa! She has been around the block," Riccardo says with disgust. I do not know what to do. Shall I hide? Not many people know my parents have another daughter. I am never invited to their parties as my family is ashamed of me. I do not care for my family, and they can die for all I care. "I have another daughter with dark hair. Maybe you will fancy her," My father begs again. I sigh. Typical!

Labeled the harbinger of calamity from birth, she was nameless, discarded, and hated by the kingdom. Yet, she moved through life, hoping to awaken her wolf and find her mate. It was her consolation, only to be slapped in the face with the brutal reality shortly after: she was wolfless and rejected by her mate for her twin sister, the darling of the kingdom. She awaited death, the brutal end of every Harbinger of Calamity who couldn't redeem themselves with a wolf or a mate. However, at the last minute, she was forced to take her twin sister's place, and become the bride of the Grand Preceptor/Tutor, an enigma who only left his legend but no face. Rumor said he was the oldest man in the kingdom, barely holding on to his last breath. "He is desperate for an heir," Her father, the Duke said, "Give him a child by all means. Everything he owns must belong to this family. If you can do that, I'll make sure you own land, properties, and titles." "Don't blame us for how we treated you all those years, it's your fault that you were born with a curse. So, don't let this opportunity to redeem yourself go." Her mother. "I could even take you as my concubine if you succeed," her ex-mate, the crown prince. But why is the man who was said to be old and feeble, and dying soon, looking younger and stronger than the crown prince himself? Why is the man who was said to be desperate for an heir telling her, "Put your clothes back on, you're not a vessel for my heir, you're my Luna."? And why does he look at her like she's the air he breathes? "We will make them pay," he kissed her tenderly.

At the end of the year, the company made employees vote on who would be laid off. In front of the boss, the votes were read aloud one by one. Natalie Reed. One vote. Natalie. Two votes. Natalie... thirty votes. All thirty people on my team had voted me out. I clenched my fists and looked around at my coworkers. Every single one of them avoided my eyes. Maggie Turner was the oldest on the team. I knew she had to pick up her kid, so whenever she could not finish her work and had to rush to her kid’s school, I stayed behind and cleaned up after her. Dylan joined last year. He was losing sleep every night over money for his wedding. I squeezed time out of my own schedule, helped him complete his project, and got him a two-hundred-thousand-dollar bonus. And the trainee closest to me started trembling the moment I looked at her. She looked just as timid as she had when her hands shook and spilled wine all over a client. Back then, to fix the mess for her, I apologized to the client and drank until I had a stomach hemorrhage. Only then did she pass probation. I could not help feeling hurt. The boss looked at the result and asked if I had anything to say. I took a deep breath and asked everyone on the team, “Why did you vote for me?” My timid trainee suddenly found her courage. “Because you always pretend to help people, then steal our credit.” “Otherwise, how could someone as useless as you become the top salesperson?” I laughed, took off my employee badge, and placed it on the table. A week later, my boss was kneeling outside my door, begging me, the so-called useless one, to come back to the company.