Oliver Wood Quidditch Novels & Stories

How dare Kim step on her head and humiliate her? "Does Mrs. Owl know chess?" A young man next to Irene was obviously a little fan of her. Hearing that his idol was being bullied, he couldn't help but stand up for her. "Old master Owl is really a chess maniac. There is not a much younger generation who can share the same interest with him. Sister Irene won the old man once when she was twelve years old. So the old grandfather's words were not a joke, but it's a pity that no one plays chess with him now. Won't it be boring?"

The group of adults followed after. "He is a good broom flyer." Erik murmured while walking behind the kids. They soon arrived at the next 'obstacle'. A giant chess set, and behind the set, the next door. The adults watched as the kids had to play a live chess game that had them as pieces. They watched as Mr. Weasley 'sacrificed' his piece, and himself, so that they could win 'the game', resulting in his unconsciousness. They won, and after being sure that he was okay as he could get, the now pair of kids advanced to the next room. A horrible smell attacked their noses as they entered the room. In the middle of it, an enormous mountain troll was knocked out with an ugly and bloody bruise on

David Hardwood had been sentenced to three years in prison for sexual abuse and attempted murder. *** 10th October 2017, The sun kissed my face delicately, letting the cool October breeze pass by as I shut my eyes and let nature consume me. With the soft chirping of birds as they created their own melody, everything felt at ease, like everything was finally going to be okay. When I opened my eyes, I almost screamed bloody murder at the upside down face staring back at me, grinning like a creep. "Jesus Jos! What the hell!?" I yelled, clutching my heart as she grinned foolishly, dangling from one of the thick branches of the Oak tree like a monkey.

The trial took place in the central meeting hall, a structure large enough to hold the entire pack. Oliver stood in the center, hands bound with silver chains that prevented him from shifting or using any combat abilities. The children presented the evidence. Aiden shared Oliver's emotions during the betrayal, letting everyone feel his conflict and desperation. Luna showed them his genuine remorse. Nova revealed the futures where Oliver's brother died if he hadn't cooperated. Phoenix demonstrated the curse Oliver had introduced, pulling samples from the Veil so everyone could see how deadly it would have been.

“Oliver!” Harrison barked, not breaking his predator’s stare. Oliver Kensington jumped, his eyes darting toward the dirt. “Yeah, Harrison?” “You saw that pitch. You have the scent of the trajectory, right?” Oliver nodded, his head bobbing like a nervous pup. “Uh-huh. I saw it.” “What was it? A strike or a ball?” The boy hesitated, glancing at the gathered pack of kids. “Uh… a strike? Definitely a strike.”

Seven hundred contribution points?! Many were dumbfounded when they heard this. No one knew where this question would lead to. Oliver’s lips twitched. Of course, he had seven hundred contribution points. He was a formal disciple after all. Coupled with the fact that he was strong, earning contributions points was not difficult for him. He had built up quite a sizable stash during his period there. Oliver nodded coolly. “Of course, I do. Are you asking me to bet seven hundred contribution points? Do you even have that much? From what I know, you’ve only joined recently so you can’t possibly have that much.”

"Imagine what a pretty sight that would make, your mate, throat slit and bleeding on the dark earth." Oliver lunged before he knew it, his hand already went out to meet Eleanor's face in a slap before stopping just bare inches away from it. He was glaring at her, thinking that she was the one who was doing that foul magic on him, he was literally frozen in mid-air and Eleanor was staring at him, eyes wide and lower lip trembling. Oliver could see what he had almost done and he tried to retract his hand back all to no avail. Eleanor looked angry but he could feel that this had the witch that was behind him written all over it. He heard something like a crunch as pain shot through his spine an

Oliver retorted with a smirk. "Prepare to meet your end," announced Oliver. In a blink of an eye, Aurora noticed a rapid, almost lightning-fast movement. The piercing screams and the gruesome sound of bones shattering filled the air. She watched as blood pooled on the ground. She found herself standing alongside Oliver, who remained unmoved, and Orion, whose amusement was evident as he observed the unfolding spectacle. The man, once brimming with an aura of invisible power, was now effortlessly besting his adversaries.

I hissed. “I am asking you a question, Hazel, I expect you to answer me.” I heard him say but I rolled my eyes before taking out my planner. “You’re not the boss of me. Finish that, I might change my mind.” I mumbled while checking the class hours of this talented man in the art department. Oliver wanted to have him on our team for the Lynx Cup but he is too shy to ask him to join so I am going to speak with him today. Minutes had passed when he handed over the papers to me, “Here, I am done, can you tell me who it is?”

Olive nodded, wondering if he'd been abused by the last Firewolf. “So, you accept me as your rider then?” she asked, just to make sure she would be getting verbal declaration. She had slipped down from his leg and was gazing up at its nose. His breath was cold, which alarmed her. Dragons were hot creatures. ‘We would not be having this conversation if I hadn't. I accept you, Olivera Flamera Knight. But...I'm still thinking if I should just blow some hot air over a certain man and singe his hair a bit.’