Oldest Weasley Novels & Stories

I need her to know that she is my everything. “You’re quiet.” Percy complained, having yapped away for the last 30 minutes without me hearing a word he said. I shrugged at him, not saying anything. “Are you going home for the last day of the moon festival? I think I'm going to see if I can’t sniff out my mate. It’s been a few months since my birthday and she’s obviously not at this school.” Percy shook his head in disappointment. He’s the oldest of us younger kids, born in May. “So you’re going to take part in the hunt?” I arched a brow at him, wondering how Percy does with the ladies.

She swatted them away with a mock glare, and her purple-haired friend laughed, floating over to where she was. Turning serious for a second, the wizard asked the hard question. "So who's the traitor? Santos Romano or his wife Maria?" Earning a frustrated shrug from his pretty little wolf. She had no idea that Valenar was her fated mate. In reality, he was over a thousand years old, which was really young for a wizard, but somehow he didn't think Raeann would see it like that. His appearance was more in line with a seventeen-year-old of her species, being that wizards aged at a hundredth of the speed of other supernatural creatures.

"I hadn't imagined any of this would turn out this way." "The second born is usually weaker," Gracian said. "It's what made Helen, ultimately, not have much of a fight for living among werewolves." I frowned and looked at him. "Younger? She always said she was older." He snorted. "In her dreams. We're twins and Mom has long since cleared the confusion. I'm the eldest." His eyes twinkled. "Glad to know she was still passing along that propaganda." I swallowed and nodded. "What do you know about the oaths he took?" I looked at Esme. "Charles' seems certain that there was nothing else he could do, but..."

Eve's POV "How many witches and wizards still live among us?" I asked before I could stop myself. A smile flickered across the boy's face, and his eyes glowed faintly, there and gone in an instant. He couldn’t have been more than his early twenties. "Just like you were born a werewolf, some of us were born witches, others wizards. Don’t let history fool you," Collins said, striding toward the couch.

Hazel had the opportunity to take a look around the sitting room before Kai came back with the warlock. "Hazel... Nice to meet you." Hazel whose hands were fondling the miniature wolf statue on the center table spun around. Abe was exactly how she had pictured him. Elderly. Quiet. Very handsome. She nodded in satisfaction at his neatly tied white hair. His age did nothing to distort his features in any way. It seemed living amid wolves had given him their never-aging genes. Hazel smiled at the thought. Wizards of this nature would definitely have potions and spells they use to reduce the effect of their age on them.

But every time I see it in my daughters, especially in the eldest. - How old are they now? - The eldest is already ninety-nine, and the youngest is only eighty-seven. A little dazed, all I could do was chuckle. - Now I understand why you call everyone boys and girls. Listen, - I looked at her in surprise, - and if such a life expectancy, then it turns out that the number of werewolves should be huge! Of course, my mother told me about the strictest ban on relationships between werewolves and people, but even just considering our fertility ...

She told him. "No. I meant, it doesn't sound new to us again. Right, Emma?" Emma wasn't paying attention. "Emma?" He called her name in a louder way. "Yes. Yes." "Don't you think mummy's lullabies don't sound new to us any more." He repeated. "Yes. We've been listening to it for like three years now." Emily added. Three years?! What the fuck is going on? Luna Malfoy was shocked that she couldn't even explain what she just heard. Three years old kids… looking more like they are twelve.

I wobbled a bit and sent a glare to Aaron before Alex picked me up and carried me into the bar. It was dark inside, and empty. Or almost empty. I looked around as Alex put me down in one of the booths and headed over to the bar. Sitting in the booth next to me were the two goons that I had seen at the bar a few days ago. I knew they were Elias’ men but didn’t know their names. Sitting next to one of the goons was an older man. He was almost completely bald with grey hair cut short. He was short but stocky and a familiar sight in the town. Harry was the owner of Howlers and also the oldest werewolf I knew. Werewolves had a reasonably long lifespan, and it wasn’t unusual for us to reach well o

Ozias shrugged, looking towards Dargan. "We used to let the oldest of us go first." Ozias said. I looked between Dargan and Ozias. Surely, Ozias must have been older. At least by a year or two. In comparison to Ozias and Ciaran, he looked young. Spring fresh. "I am the oldest of the group." Dargan muttered sheepishly. I could feel my jaw drop. My eyes darted between Ozias and Dargan. Ciaran chuckled beneath him. Even my fingers stilled in his hair.

She’d been working closely for the family since she was a child. The other witches in their family possessed their own skills and abilities but only the daughter of the main house exhibited the strongest capability. It was also well-established that the Legacy will peak at thirteen years old when she will give her most important predictions, create her strongest potion and cast the spell that will protect the family.