Ron Weasley Books Novels & Stories

he muttered. "Maybe they don't have messages there?" Lethabo asked he took the remains of the letter from Jordon hand, inspecting the last page. "This an extensive list. We use a lot of these things ourselves but the wand is new and I've never heard of these books or the Authors," he said, looking up and seeing the confused looks on Sebestian and Dell faces. He read the rest of the letter out LUNA LAND SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Gloriella's face twisted into a sneer " I won't kill you Nevaro, you'll rot in here till eternity since you didn't choose what's best for you!" She strode past him, opening the door of another room, she turned on the light and a glow of white light illuminated the room, lined up in a shelf were rows and rows of potions, metal chains and spikes, there were other shelves that were lined up with vials, she strode past them, stopping in front of a shelf filled with books. The books were lined up in alphabetical order, the same way Draco had left them, her heart ached at the memories, it all started when that little bastard was born, that was when everything started falling apart.

She was slowly becoming agitated as Harry kept on staring at her and waiting for a reply. "That was a long time ago, Harry, how would you expect me to remember?" Harry raised an eyebrow, staring at her suspiciously. If there was one thing he was certain about, his little girl would never ever forget her favorite book. She talked about it a lot and it seems she read the book more than fifty times. Harry remembewred the fact that she used to explain the book to him, hook line and synced. "Well, it's Throne of glass..." He replied , still looking her up suspiciously.

Memories of me and Ethan sprawled on my bed or my bedroom floor reading books together, guessing each other’s Hogwarts house. It was Friday afternoon. As the classes were over before noon, I had called Jake over to help me pack all my stuff for the move. Anya would have helped, but she was in her office and had called in to make sure Jake and Andrew were behaving. “Is that Harry Potter?!” Andrew exclaimed, rushing into my room and leaning down to see the books with his big brown eyes. I grinned at him and let him see the books. “My mom gifted it to me when I was ten.”

It can't be her. “Was that someone? Talk to me Hermione. That book was actually given to me by my grandmother before she was killed in the war between the witches and werewolves. I can't loose that ...” My grandmother sobs for the very first time ever, Ketura pulls her into a hug. I fight the urge to roll my eyes at them. “So, what do we do now?” I ask with my arms akimbo.

"Thank you Luna Nordika," Gwen explored the pack library, going through bookshelf after bookshelf, searching for the one that held the information that she needed as she flicked and flipped the pages, scanning the words with her striking eyes till her eyes landed on a specific line and her head snapped up to Onyx who was at the bookshelf in front of her. "Onyx, is it true some werewolves control the elements?" Came the curious question and the Omega nodded from the other side. "Yes, some," She answered and Gwen was before her in an instant.

More serious. More mysterious. Orion stood near a large wooden table covered with books. Lyra was already there. So was Kael. The fact that her father looked unusually tense did not improve Nova's mood. "What's going on?" she asked. Orion gestured toward the table. "I found something." Nova approached. Several books lay open before him. Most contained illustrations of symbols and family crests. One page immediately caught her attention. A symbol identical to the mark on her wrist. Her stomach tightened.

Zee growled back “I have a betrothed! And I will marry her!” “Then prepare to die in the process!” Zee hissed. “SO BE IT!” I hurled a pan at the wall and it came clashing, flour filling the air like confetti. The flour pouring down reminded me of the day my mind shifted towards Wren. It had been snowing the day Dad found out. That was where the story stopped being simple.

She gave Zeda an amused but concerned look. “Yeah, I guess.” The truth was, she hadn’t. “How’s your hand now, Drav?” Draven flexed his arm muscle. “Good as new.” Just then, the werewolf girl came back with a thick, brown book with the title written in gold. “This is the book you’re looking for,” she said, handing Zeda the book. Her hands were still shaking. “Yeah, thanks,” Zeda smiled. The girl hurried away. “You’re reading about werewolves?” Rose looked surprised.