Oliver Wood Quidditch Novels & Stories

He had always prided himself on being the grandmaster, the master planner, always planning ahead, treating everyone as chess pieces on his grand chessboard, and making sure everything went according to plan. However, Olivia Quinn, his carefully chosen piece on the board, was four days late. He’d handpicked her personally after what happened when he saw her for the first time in the Central Plains three months ago, plus months of quiet investigation. He had clearly felt their mate bond, but she didn't even glance at him. She was a wolf-less girl, a probable reason that could explain why she didn't react to the bond. And if she was his mate, even though it was highly unlikely, making her earn

Oliver tapped his sneakers impatiently. "Shakespeare! It is a shame you can't relate when all you have done so far is terrorize my daughter with your witches and make empty threats. Perhaps I should sever your roasted skull on a spike drenched in wolf's bane and show it to anyone who dares try to cross me." Cedric spat with clenched jaws as he made his way towards Oliver to strike him.

The balcony tilted, and I stumbled forward, but Oliver caught me and steadied my stance. “Behind me,” he ordered, stepping into a defensive stance. “No,” I said. “If she wants me, then she’s going to have to fight me too.” Oliver turned to glare at me. “You can barely breathe.” “I’m still standing,” I said. “That’s enough.” Bernatta lunged again, her entire form shifting into a blur of blue magic. She swung her arm, and a blade of condensed shadow extended from her hand, aimed directly at my stomach. Oliver caught the blade with his bare fingers, squeezing until it dissolved into dust.

Both Artemis and Oliva had their hair tied up, and their wills steeled up, were now standing inside the ring. Dollar Twenty smiled when she saw the two stepping inside the ring, "On one side we have the 23-years-old Olivia Richards, the daughter of the honorary clan elder, Mr. Adam Richards of the Phoenix Gods. Miss Olivia Richard has been trained by her father all her life and is known by her peers to have a great talent for swordsmanship. Her skills are even acknowledged by Mr. Dev Bakshi."

"Honorable Fiend Martyr, those are where the White Tiger Tribe warriors train, so those wooden stakes and stones must be one of the tools they train with." Oliver said as he stared into the Mountain Wood Formation, "But we can't really see what's going on in there as those wooden stakes and stones are obscuring our view. Please allow me to lead the vanguards and clean that mess up before we proceed in and have a look around." His eyes were filled with unwillingness. Oliver thought there must be something hidden inside those stakes and stones. There might even be demons in there. He would be able to contribute if he managed to find something.

When I failed to get results, I thought my skills might be different. The self-study period was over and I had to train. Today it was melee training with a high guard. It reminded me of the time when I trained with Chris, except that this one would not be easy for me as Chris. Oliver or Olly as I call him, was a giant, he could get the role of the Mountain if he had auditioned for Game of Thrones. Which only hinted at his monstrous strength. However, Olly was a good boy, he always apologized after every session, and made sure my injuries were not too bad and taken care of. At first I could not even touch him and got bruises after a few minutes. Lately, I started to get better at avoiding his

Violet “Is that you-know-who?” I lowered my voice to a whisper even though he most likely could hear our every word, down to the ragged breaths I let out. “Voldemort?” Olive replied instantly, but this time her sense of humor wasn’t a comfort, not when Hael had gone out of his way to threaten me against coming here. “No, much worse.” “Does he look angry?” I couldn’t help but ask, scolding both Lacey and me for the shiver of glee that tickled my spine from the thought.

They did not hesitate to kick Oliver's tummy to stop him from struggling. "AAAKKHH, let go of me!" Oliver winced in pain, but the two members of the Golden Dragon continued to seize him and shove him into the bathtub. James' member, Daga Nero, also helped by holding Oliver. Earth comes after and pulls Oliver's pants off, forcing him to put on his underwear. James took his phone and recorded how his members tortured Oliver.

Benjamin replied, his eyes seemed to be weighing me. “Besides, we will really need you guys to back us up on the defensive.” He added. “Thelma, be on the look out for the weak spot, you might notice while we are attacking.” Oliver said, releasing what looked like a trident. It wasn’t a lycan weapon but I could tell it was lethal. The spider had already revealed itself fully now. It was tall, reaching half the height of the colosseum.

She inquired. Prince Ollivander turned to look at his mother, his tone livid "Mom, I'd advise you don't mingle in this particular case " he sighed after that and turned to face the front. Queen Izolabella frowned "What do you mean by that? Do you perhaps....know something about his death? Was it not an animal's attack as reported?" Her eyes searched his face for answers.