Oldest Weasley Novels & Stories

"The four of us are 21 years old. Hector is the oldest." "I'm the same age as Sirene and Luna. I didn't expect Soheila to be so young." Calyx glanced at Soheila. Sirene told him that Soheila was strongest of them all and a monster, she said. Soheila rolled her eyes. "I'm one-year younger only. You said it as if you're ten times older than me." Calyx chuckled. He hesitated before looking at Theodore. "Uh... how about you? How old are you?"

“What’s going on?” She ignores me and turns to my mate. “Many years ago, witches and werewolves lived together in the castle you now call home.” “I figured. There are a lot of spells left over,” Kane says. “Yes. I cast some of them myself.” “You’re not old enough.” “I am more than three-hundred years old, boy.” My stomach clenches painfully, and I have to resist the urge to throw up. “When last did you cast a youth spell?” I ask.

Derek interrupts her. “So you thought we killed your parents."Derek said. “We didn't kill your parents. We were working together. “Working together? What are you talking about?" My parents will never work with the enemy?" “Well, they did and it was for a great cause and it still a great cause."Derek said. “I will tell you what really happened many years ago..... Year 1980 The tension in the room was palpable as Blake and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix sat around the table, plotting their next move. The werewolf pack house was their next target, and they knew it was going to be dangerous.

Ron asked. Jake said with a grin, "That's Miss Blue. Before you got back, she played the piano for everyone. Heard she's a whiz with several instruments. Beautiful and talented. Besides Gary, you're your grandpa's favorite. The girl they've lined up for you is top-notch." Gary Hagrid was Ron's older brother. The name stung Ron like a knife to the heart, but his expression remained unchanged, stoic as he continued inside. The living room was bustling with people. All the Hagrid family elders were there. A few unfamiliar faces, Ron figured, must be the Blues' elders.

The oldest vampire was called Lord Drogo, he was three thousand years old. His body system was already failing him though and he looked weak and ready to pass on anytime soon. He blessed the princes in front of the crowd who prostrated in front of the prince after they were named as a form of respect and homage. The first prince was called Prince Ollivander who was birthed by Queen Izolabella who was the first wife of the king and King Cassian's childhood friend. The second prince was named Thibor and was born to Queen Pandora, the third wife.

The Master. But this wasn't me. I was not like this. I never wanted to be a Master. All I wanted was a simple happy family the way I was blessed with. I was a 1800 years old simple warlock who was born in a simple witch family with a loving mother, Isabella who was the head of the one of the strongest witch coven in the world, a caring father Lorenzo who was the most powerful warlock/wizard of the whole world and leader of the all the heads of all the coven, an overprotective and possessive elder brother Alessandro who was 20 minutes older than me and an absolutely always worrying, mother hen elder sister Aurora who was only 15 minutes older than me.

At last, she held the pendant of the moon on my neck and broke it; with this, her hand fell on the ground, opening her eyes. “Mother?” I called her, but she didn’t reply. Well, she could never reply to me ever. Hugging her, I cried and looked around, seeing the lifeless body of the pack members. They were covered with blood. I promise you, Ethan Weasley, that I would do the same to you, and I promise that I would destroy you too, just like you destroyed everything. I promise you that. * Flashback Ends * “I heard the youngest member in which that Ethan Weasley’s blood used to run is now dead.”, Iris said happily, but I didn’t comment anything on that.

Heilong had heard the ominous news about the owls, when he had become the rich and heir of the Heilong family. Only the photographs on the fireplace console showed the time that had passed. Ten years earlier there was a lot of On those walls that showed each of the photographs in which was the ultimate beauty of this wizarding mansion, in which it looked like a big toy ball on the beach, wearing different hats, colorful, even though Dung Heilong was no longer a babying which now the photographs showed a boy like Huang, who has grown up, only alone, after a few photos together with a cuddly boy who died a long time ago.

Apart from my grandparents, Darrel was one of the people I looked up to when I was little. Darrel Walters was eighty-nine years old. Three years older than my grandfather, making Darrel the oldest werewolf I knew. Probably the oldest in the world. Who could say? Johnny and I were sitting across the table, facing Darrel. The man had a brown cotton vest on, a cigar in his mouth, and a big pair of glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. ”It’s been a while since we came here,” Johnny said, breaking the rather awkward silence. Even that didn't stop Darrel from staring at both of us like someone who had seen something weird in the fridge.

Klein waited for the boy to digest the information before he continued. "By my right is Tom, as you know he is the head gamma and also one of the oldest werewolves in the pack." Klein paused. Fay's eyes ran over the huge man and they smiled at each other. They had built some sort of friendship over the days, the man was always proud of him. "Beside Tom is Priscilla. The oldest of the elders and also the head of the elders of the pack." Klein said and paused again. Fay's eyes went to the woman. Her dark, short hair was tied beautifully behind her in a ponytail. The woman's green eyes darted back at Fay and she gave him a smile with her thin lips. He smiled back.