Ron Weasly Novels & Stories

B E I N G P R I M E She gave in to them. To him. 2·1 ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ She wouldn't succumb. One thing Eiling Weasley knew was that life loved to throw lemons at her. She'd received her first lemon when her parents died, then when her family rejected her. Now, life was going to throw another. In the form of the most popular group at her school: The Prime Empire.

He scoffed, "Well, I wasn't stalking you full time." "I hope you wake with warts tomorrow morning." I snorted standing up to pick up the rose he had dropped. I crumpled it under my feet too and kicked it back out. "Will you talk to me if I do?" "Yes." And so it happened that Orian returned with Warts that afternoon but we couldn't talk because he came down with a high fever due to an overdose of the potion for warts and the wizard that had created the spell had to be called back to cure him.

‘In that way, even his younger sisters will be older than me. “Now, get ready quickly instead of using your mind unnecessarily.” “But you didn’t answer my question. How did you manage to wake me this soon?” Ethlyn questioned. “One of my uncles, Uncle Oliver, is too good with the herbs. So, he keeps inventing medicines and poisons for us to fight against our enemies.” Calvin replied, shrugging his shoulder. “Uncle Oliver….umm.. Isn’t he the Werewolf King, Oliver Weasley, Mate of Rebecca Cornell?” Ethlyn asked.

When she woke up Noah was already gone again, and Deborah was already at the door. Today she let Lola write down the pack orders of different packs all morning before it was finally time for her werewolf transformation class. She was happy to see that the class was given by Tristan. At least she didn’t have to listen to another nutjob again. She sat down next to a girl with dark brown curls. The girl looked up at her and smiled, she had the same color eyes as Noah. She held out her hand, “Hi, my name is Laela.” Lola shook her hand and said, “Lola. You look a lot like the alpha of this pack. Are you related?”

But this time, it was the four-legged wolf that was gaining momentum. They rolled into the ground, trying their best to stay on top of each other. And when the Death Eater fell under the gallant black copper wolf, he clamped his massive jaw to his neck. The Death Eater tried to get Adrian off him. The force that Adrian was exhibiting on his jaw was so massive that it tore half of Death Eater’s neck! The crimson liquid flowed into the sacred land.

And then the Wolf Prince appeared, alone. Dale Asgorn, a twelve year old boy who ranked as the third strongest Werewolf in the whole of the Northern coast, a title he held not so tightly, being father's prodigy had its benefits and also its negatives but then father had said, it had to be done, "Kill the Prince.".

You got something for me? I approached him, took off the letter, and gave Jax a brief scratch before sending him flying out the open window. When I unfolded the parchment and saw Hermione's precise handwriting, which remained the same after all these years, I grinned. Simply show up at our location at 10 a.m. Teddy is watching the kids. Nora, as you are aware, may arrive late. ~Hermione The news of the newest member of the Weasley family made me and Harry happy. Given that Ron and Hermione believed they were done having children, Nora had come as a surprise. But Nora had other ideas, and she was born about a year ago.

Louisa's POV "No, Will. You can't take Snow away as a pet. She's Mr. Weasel's family." I said to Will as he was holding the small white weasel in his arms. "But she's so fluffy and soft. And she likes me," Will said. Snow, the small white weasel, which looked exactly like her father, was wrapping herself around Will's arm. "Look, daddy. This boy is like a tree!" Snow said. "Come down here, Snow! That vampire kid wants to take you away and suck all your blood!" Mr. Weasel sounded very nervous.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

“Are you sure?” “Yes.” Thorne sat next to Noah and leaned back, the funnel of the coat lifting a little higher, leaving a small sliver between it and his hair. Those blue eyes watched her, and she frowned, picking up the container again. Soon both her and Noah had eaten, and the leftovers were bundled into the fridge, for later. “So, this witch…” “His name is Owen.” Serenity blinked. “I’m going to see a male witch?” “Warlock. He’s only young and doesn’t know the rituals for the tethering. But he does know how to hide someone.”