Ron Weasley Novels & Stories

Not to forget her fangs. As for nova, Nova was a striking figure with her dark brown skin and jet black hair. She was tall and athletic, with a strong and powerful build. Her dark hair was tied back in a ponytail, revealing her sharp, angular features. Her eyes were a deep brown, and they sparkled with a hint of mischief. She was a werewolf, and her animalistic instincts were always present in the way she moved and spoke. She was confident, charismatic, and always ready for adventure. She was fiercely loyal to her pack and would stop at nothing to protect them.

She is known all over America and Europe for being ruthless and cruel, but to her family, she is soft at heart. At twenty-one years of age, she had not found her mate after searching for three long years. Ever since she shifted and turned eighteen, she has been having a strange dream about a mysterious handsome man. She was betrothed to Mason Stanford when she was conceived. Leonard Korun - He is an omega born to two betas of the crescent pack. He is a nineteen years old man who has been abused by his stepbrother and stepfather. He is known as the outcast of his pack and ran out of his home on the night of the red moon and crossed paths with Nora Blackwood.

I said muffled through my sister and moms’ arms, “I’ll always be your little girl. But now there will be a new even littler girl for you to teach!” My mom pulled Finn into the hug, and he groaned. “Yes, very exciting, thank you Luna Diana.” he said awkwardly. “Oh, call me Dia, Finn! But is this tonic safe? Are you sure?” My mom looked at me, concerned. “Rowena assured me it is, and she has no reason to harm me. Plus, she used to help wolves with infertility, so this is kind of her area of expertise. I trust her.” My mom nodded.

Alpha Draco’s sighed and relaxed in his chair while Lorena attended to his injuries. “While Ragnar was staying with me, I stumbled into a little of his dark magic. Nothing sinister but as a wolf, I could see the Lupine energy in another wolf. And that of your daughter is like none I have ever experienced. She has been touched by the Omen Moon, hasn’t she?” Everyone fell silent and stared at Draco. “I will take the silence as a yes.” He turned to Lorena and looked at her keenly. “You are with child.” Lorena stopped and looked at him nervously.

Theodore walked out of the room, and Wylder followed him instead of forcing Circe to open her mouth. Use a shield," Theodore said while dialing someone’s number. Wylder did the same so that no one could listen to their conversation. "Steve Weasley," The person on the other side spoke after receiving the call. "Use your King’s power and resources because right now you need to bring a witch named Endora out of the Coven of Silver Flame. I’m afraid that her life is at stake." "I need more details about her," Theodore handed over the phone to Wylder so that he could give more details to Endora: "She is one of the women whom I had brought from the Omega auction. I didn’t know she was a witch then

She tilted her head, a small, cruel smirk playing on her pale lips. ​“My, my,” Rowena said, her voice like the cracking of ancient ice. “How the little wolves have grown. Still hiding behind stone walls. Still playing at being kings of a dying world.” ​“You’re dead,” Orion roared, though his voice lacked its usual bite. He stepped forward, his fists trembling. “We saw the pyre! We saw the blood in the nursery!”

I looked down at him, and saw the admiration shining in his eyes behind this glasses, and my heart squeezed. When I looked back at Jeremiah, I found myself smiling. "Yes. This is Chuck." Jeremiah's face suddenly became warmer, he crouched slightly to Chuck's level. "Nice to meet you, Chuck." He said, stretching his hand for a shake. "That's a great shirt. You a Gryffindor or Ravenclaw kind of guy?" Chuck's entire face lit up like fireworks. "Ravenclaw! But I really like Luna Lovegood, and everyone says Hermione should've been in Ravenclaw too because-"

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

Director Bones filled him in on what she knew of their identity. "The black haired one is Larry Potter, the ginger haired one is Ronald Weasley and the girl is called Hermione Granger." Erik nodded while he watched Ms. Granger opens the door with an unlocking charm. As the door opened, the trio entered the room and Mr. Potter took a wooden flute and started to play some very poor notes with it. Then he heard the growling and entered the room after the trio and saw what was growling. A cerberus. A genuine three headed effing cerberus! As the three headed infernal dog raised its heads, Erik made a gesture of raising his hand in the universal sign 'stop', and the memory froze. Director Bones an

Harry Evermore was the forensics department's techno-geek. He was a wizard with anything related to computers and machines. He was tall, skinny with shoulder-length black hair and glasses. Likewise, he didn't need the glasses, though. He had a perfect vision, but they made him look nerdy. He was also a werewolf, an omega to be precise. “Harry, can you hook up the dashcam to my laptop?” asked Clara, the object of his affection. “We'll be able to see things a lot better on my screen.”