Ron Weasley Sister Novels & Stories

" she stuttered, staggering backward as she grasped the edge of a chair and slumped into it. "Yes, it has been wiped out. It's a pity... hopefully, a woman is secretly bearing their kids," Orion wished as he walked up to the window. His eyes fixed on something as he made no move. "Is that the Tribrid?" he asked as Ophelia rushed up to him. Standing beside him, she clenched her fist tightly. Yes, she is. She looks so feeble, how could she?" Ophelia asked no one in particular. Slipping her hands into her hair as she sighed, she said, "How ignorant it was for us to think she wasn't dangerous... to think that she is even stronger than Lucius, Rowena, and Malfoy."

Erik invited them in, and walked inside the chambers. As he entered the chambers, he saw his three wifes, Susan, Joan, and Leona, seated in the sofas around a low round table, talking and drinking tea. The two guests entered after Erik and were looking around the room with curiosity. The girls had put down their tea cups and got up from their seats. At that, the guests' attention went to them. "These are my wives that decided to accompany me in this summons to 'fix' the school. This is Susan Ravenclaw, Lady of Ravenclaw and the Hogwarts' castle."

I followed her gaze and turned. There she was. Selene Arkwright stood a few feet behind my back, holding the door to her driver’s seat open while her gaze stayed fixed on Mom too. For the first time, I noticed she had blonde curls like Mom. I guess these blondies know themselves. “Who’s she?” Mom asked softly, her gaze still fixed on her, lips still parted in a half-smile. I spun back to Mom. “Selene Arkwright,” I answered, swallowing hard. “Ronan’s friend… Her family’s friends with the Graysons too. You should have seen her around the company at least.”

after she finished killing them all. It was because of those words filled with deadly determination that Ronan had decided to take her. "Keep going," Ronan commanded flatly, swallowing the memory back into his chest. "The second daughter of House Winterwood is rarely seen, sir. And oddly enough, when she is occasionally seen in public, it's always in the company of this man." Albus pointed to the photo of Victor Olfrick on the screen. Ronan clicked his tongue. A bitter taste like bile spread across the back of his tongue.

"Brother? Do you take me for a blind woman?" She crooked a fingertip, and a strand of water-blue power wrapped around Orson's wrist. He could barely stand as it was; the force yanked him into a stumble, and he nearly hit the corner of the table. My expression changed. I caught him at once. Circe watched us, her smile turning crueler. "What kind of little brother clings to his sister like that? You're filthy and shameless. You've already got yourself a man that noble, and still you crawl around with garbage like this."

Quickly excusing myself, I hopped out of the pool and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around myself as I let my wolf’s instructions guide me. And then I saw her. I couldn’t make out her face, but I could see her hair: caramel brown and silky smooth. She was surrounded by a group of girls, and that Adrian Almond guy from the school. As I approached, the girls parted, and now I could see her even clearer. “Rowena?” I whispered, stopping in my tracks. “No.” “It is,” Leo replied. “It’s her.” No. No, it couldn’t be. Rowena, my sister, the girl who I had watched grow up… The girl who I had found in a blizzard and picked up from the snow with my own hands sixteen years ago. The girl who I had seen as

Shit. Brynn’s shiny blonde hair is tied back in a neat ponytail, the ends cut so sharp they look like an angled paint brush from art class. Her lips are shiny with pale-pink gloss, and her Moon Lake Athletics shirt somehow nips in at the waist instead of hanging from her all boxy like a pillow case. She smiles at me, and my wolf lifts her head from licking fur. “You’re Madrona Kemble’s little sister, aren’t you?” she says.

She yelled further, briskly walking toward me. Maybe if she shortened the distance, I'd get the message. "You're messing with the balance of things," added my second sister, Penelope. Penelope and Genevieve are like two peas in a pod; they always see eye to eye and there's never one without the other. My third sister, Giselle, didn't really care about anything, and this made her my favorite. "Rowena, I have no problem with you falling in love, but this is bad," she said, keeping her eyes on the cloud spell she was brewing.

Once they are out, I step aside, so Quin comes to view. "Winter, meet my new mate and Luna, Quinnzel O'Conner. She is also your sister, twin sister," His straight face immediately turns to me. "What?" "Surprise?" this comes off more as a question than a surprise. This sounded way better in my head than what I was uttering. "Well, it's a lengthy story and she is one of the originals and a royal wolf,-" "I have a sister?" he repeats, seemingly oblivious to what I had just said.

"And a werewolf." Owen nodded to Meira and then to Charlotte before focusing on me again. Funny, he was the younger, but seemed to be their leader. "I'm Owen, in case you hadn't figured that out." His smile was a sunny day, a refreshing walk in a warm rain. I adored him immediately. "And that is my sister, Trillia." "Trill," she grumbled. Owen flashed his very white teeth. "Trill. Zornov." Sassy hissed softly at the name, but didn't comment and Owen must have missed it because he went on. "It seems we're in your debt."