Oliver Wood Quidditch นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He placed a hand on my leg. Turning to face me, he whispered “Cherie, it’s fine. Please calm yourself. Don’t stress” I let out a sigh “I just wish he loses and then we can relax knowing he will be no longer around us” “Even if he is there, he won’t trouble us” he assured me. “I know” I agreed. The third match started. Oliver looked confident as he entered the ring. The opponent was from Ezekiel’s pack. As the match started, Oliver held the upper hand.

“You just have to admit that I am stronger than you now.” I pushed myself up, claws extended. My rage burned through the pain. “Are you working with the Queen’s people too?” Oliver smirked. “No. But I wouldn’t mind teaming up with them if it means killing you.” I sneered. “You’ve let the Black Witches control you, you’re just a puppet to them.” His smirk vanished, and his eyes darkened. “A small price to pay… to destroy you.” He attacked again, with the speed of lightning he rushed to me, picking me up and slammed me to the floor, the impact making the floor beneath me shatter into pieces, if we weren't on the last floor I would have gone through the floor.

And he felt a discomfort he had not felt since he entered theplace. Queen Eleanor leaned back slightly. “That is so impressive.” Oliver closed the scroll gently. But before he could put it back down, Alpha Rudieloff entered the room. The moment his eyes fell on Oliver, his expression changed but he masked it as usual. He walked across the room looking for something without a word coming out of his mouth. He kept looking and when he did not find it, that’s when he called his mom. “I left a scroll about the eastern ridge right here but I can’t find it, mom could you have seen it anywhere?” Queen Eleanor nodded her head in disagreement, “aunt?”

Quinn's POV I was willing to admit that I might have been slightly biased before today about the pup called Oliver, but now that he was standing in my camp, I was certain that I did not like the kid. The boy couldn't be less than twenty-five years old, but to me, he was still nothing more than a pup. I absolutely did not like the way Oliver had looked at Elsie before his match started. It took everything I currently possessed inside my body to not leap over the wooden railing, stride onto the field, and wring his arrogant neck right then and there.

They are great warriors, but if I have to rely on them to figure out how to stop me from dying, then I better start building my own casket because these two won't make the cut. -"So, Oliver, tell me more about you." Oliver is notoriously uncomfortable because we don't know each other. On top of that, he sees me as an authority figure, his Luna. So it is up to me to break the ice between us. -"Thirty-five years old male, Elite Warrior Oliver Du-Monde. The first child of Roland and Jennifer Du-Monde. Born to and presently part of Crescent Moon Pack, on Luna's Personal Guard task force. Your guard, Ma'am." He yelled out militarily.

“Hit the bottom of the stack.” Ollie wound up and threw the second ball, this one took out the lower right of the pyramid, leaving just two bottles standing. He was understanding what the kid had said about it being nearly impossible. Here was Oliver, a professional quarterback, and even he was unable to get it as easily as he had hoped. He thought he could get them all down in the first ball, but that was clearly not the case. Alright, he thought. One more ball. I'm not leaving here without that teddy bear.

said Aldo, taking in the cigarettes that Oliver's men had just given him. "No problem, I still have some time to bring that girl here as well as Xander!" said Oliver "Okay, I'll help you with my men. They're not random people!" "Hmm!" mumbled Oliver looking down at his Wine, even when Aldo had cleared his way. Oliver was still in the same position and didn't move a thing. Oliver is venturing into a world of mind that he created himself. Until the moment he suddenly felt the hairs on his neck rise, Oliver immediately returned to his own thoughts and immediately gulped down the Wine.

I was vexed. “Oh my God” Oliver said. He wasn’t able to swallow the chips down through his mouth and his eyes were wide open. “What?” I asked distressfully. He gulped down a mouth full of chips. “Em… That means that he will be after you, now. I wonder what he would do” Oliver said nervously, leaving me there thinking about how my senior year will go now since I mistakenly messed with Aiden Bryce… XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

"Little jerk." I walked from Kord's magical landscape back into my body. The huge owl was waiting for me on the couch. "We have a problem," Oliver said from behind Kord.

Oliver's voice cut through the crowd like a knife, breaking the spell of my moment of triumph. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention?" he called, all eyes turning to him. "I'd like to make a toast to my half-brother, the groom. " I felt my heart sink as I realized what was coming next . Oliver had always had a competitive streak. He seemed to take pleasure in putting me down, using every opportunity to undermine me. It was a game to him, one that he was determined to win at all costs. He was a constant threat, one that I had to be on guard against at all times...