Ron Weasley Books Novels & Stories

"I will do everything within my power to save your child." With utmost care, Draco scooped me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me to the inner chamber. Laying me down gently on the cool floor, he retrieved a worn spellbook, its pages crackling with ancient knowledge. His eyes skimmed the text as his fingers traced the faded glyphs upon the pages, his voice resonating with a mixture of power and vulnerability as he began to chant the incantations that promised to defy the natural order.

something that she wasn’t paying attention to. Quick as a flash Levy got off the bed and started looking through the books that she brought, her eyes skimming through the title of each chapter. “ Soul resurrection, how to make Sorcerer's stone, summoning of the great wizard, making of the wand, law of Hamartia…” she read the title of each chapter before reaching the end of the book. And just like the notebooks’ there wasn’t even the slightest hint of the spell called soul fetching, how was this possible? The book had an entire thirty-page chapter on soul resurrection but not soul fetching.

Shut the door and climbed back into the passenger seat. “Let’s go.” He said, banging on the dash. THE END **Thank you for reading Rise of a Queen. I hope you enjoyed the adventure. And is it truly the end?** Find out what happened to King Kellen in the third installment of The Delta’s Daughter. The Gladiator Wolf King – Book 3 will concentrate on Kellen and more of your favorite characters. I hope you will join me on a new adventure. The Gladiator Wolf King - Completed and out now!

The wolves at the edge of the forest vanished as quickly as they'd come, melting into the shadows like mist at dawn. But their words lingered in the cold air, settling into my chest like something that would never leave. *The half-blood has defeated her enemy. Now let's see if she can defeat herself.* I stood at the edge of the camp, Stellan's hand in mine, and felt the weight of those words press down on me. Ronan was dead. The war was over. But something was still coming. Something that had been waiting for this moment since before I was born.

“Some werewolves are given special abilities, while others are not. In this exercise, we shall determine if any among you are gifted.” He paused and scanned the students, his eyes lingering on Damon and Darius—the popular twins—before continuing. “When I point to you, step forward, close your eyes, and I will perform my incantation. Afterward, open your eyes and tell me what you see. Is that understood?” Professor Steve asked, and the students nodded. “Good. You—step forward,” Professor Steve said, pointing at the only girl among the nineteen students. Clara, a girl with long black hair, stepped forward, feeling nervous. Having a special ability as a werewolf made one exceptional, and not ev

Behind her stood the other nuns, their expressions mirroring hers—shocked, disgusted, horrified. And the sickest part? I felt tears sting my eyes, but it was far too late to stop the pleasure that was already rippling through me. With my eyes still locked with Sister Ophelia's, my body convulsed. An orgasm ripped through me, a raw, guttural cry of pleasure echoing off the hallowed walls of the church. It sounded like a taunt, a scream of a fallen angel, and yet I couldn't stop. Just then, Ryker, with a cruel grin, grabbed the rosary and ripped it out of me, the sensation sending a final, shocking jolt of pleasure through my body, adding to the symphony of my ruin.

I saw the way she watched the wolf. Her own wolf was drawn to him, her twin’s aura surged as she watched my youngest son’s wolf take its first form. The small smirk she wore had my blood run cold, she waved off my worries with an eye roll. Tartarus was a huge black wolf with a gold crescent moon on his forehead and gold eyes. Orion thought I was worrying too much that he was born to rule that army for his brother. Orion touches my hand pulling me from my inner thoughts of our son and his wolf. He has a slight frown on his face, so I offer him a small smile.

' I asked, putting my spoon down and pushing my plate away. 'I do not give a damn what has happened to Roxy nor her mother for that matter!' he said with unrepressed bitterness. 'I wish I had never met them. My life might have been different if it weren't for them!' My mouth opened with an 'O'. So the fool was finally thinking straight. Well too late. I decided to fill him in nevertheless. 'Wendy was put in the dungeon in the Moon Ville Pack, like you know but after Roxy recovered, she left the place, though she was asked to stay. He left to find other witches like her and she has not been heard from since then!' I said, relishing the tale I was telling. 'No one knows if she is dead or alive

Orion. I swerved around and raised the book in my hand. “Orion?” I glanced at Owen, then at the book. “Like, the same Orion??” Peeling the front cover and a few after that, a vibrant picture Orion sat on it. I gasped and the book fell from my hand. Owen said nothing, but kept his gaze on me. Are you kidding me?! “I tore the lycan king with my claws?!” I shrieked with eyes wide open. “How- why… jeez..” having no ability to form words, I settled on just blinking. My blue eyes rested on the book on the floor showing his face.

Or worse…asking questions no one wanted to answer. I dropped beneath my tree, stretched my legs out, boots digging into dirt, and opened the book like I intended to read. Vampire. Girl in love. Eternal danger. Cute. My eyes moved over the words. My brain didn't see them. The book sagged in my lap. I’d stared at the same damn sentence until the letters had blurred. My head snapped up as from behind me, I heard Torin’s voice murmur, “Let’s go for a ride.”