Ron Weasly Novels & Stories

Third Person Perspective Ron Ron stared at the wall for a long time. His chest was rising and falling fast. His hands were shaking. His jaw was tight. His head was spinning. “What did you just say?” he asked, his voice low and cold. Hermoine stood near the door. She didn’t look afraid. She was used to this. “I said Salvatore has merged your pack with Brimstone,” she repeated. “Winterclove is no longer on its own. It belongs to him now.”

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

After a long day we cuddled up on the sofa in front of the fire. The next few days we spent online shopping choosing Christas gifts for his family members. I took all the guidance I could from Nick as I didn’t know some of them and others, I didn’t know that well. One by one as they arrived, I wrapped them up and put them all under the tree. It made it very easy to hide Nick’s present in with them. I had ordered him a crystal decanter and matching glasses with a bottle of his favourite scotch whiskey. I also ordered him some small silly little gifts; one was an infinity symbol with our names engraved and in the middle was the date we met. I came home one day to get more gifts that had arrive

Leonard chuckled. "What do you mean?" Draco asked restlessly. Leonard threw something on the carpet. It rolled and stopped not far from Draco's feet. It was a dragon's head that had been decapitated and preserved. Draco stared at the dragon's head without any reaction. He did not recognize the dragon's head. The head did not belong to Albus, Jergintarth, Zergenth, Zilpher, Urvath, or Zellin. Draco was secretly grateful that the dragon head carcass wasn't the one he knew.

Witchbone copper are derived from only spine bone of powerful witches, they are mixed together with lake copper and generally used to build weapon and prison to weaken the power of any powerful creatures, this is kind of witchcraft is performed by a very powerful sorcerer who have high knowledge and power. As I stood in front of prison I glanced at person kneeling on ground in inside it, I cleared my throat yet he ignored me when “Ahem…. Wh.. why… me?” I questioned in low voice hearing which Draco very lazily lifted his head up and started straight at me in my eyes and said “Because… you are MINE…”

No way! Nero narrowed his eyes as he looked warily to Audrey. But to his surprise, he saw Audrey pointing her wand to him and whispered, THA MEÍNEIS OXYGÓNO [Noooooooooo------ Err???] Nero waited to feel something weird after the spell was successfully cast to him but he did not feel anything. He ran in front of the mirror and checked his own reflection. He wants to take a look if see if Audrey did something weird on his face. Well, he still had a phobia because last time he checked Audrey has a hard time casting proper spell. The cat stuck his tongue out, counted his teeth and whiskers, turn around and checks if his tail was still in place, he basically checked everything about his body.

Little by little, she began to agree with Alexander. The professor ended the discussion, then headed for another student, leaving Elizabeth with her thoughts. “Let's see your wand, Mr. Alexander Soimesti.” The boy took out the wand made at the creative Workshop, but the professor signalled that he wanted to use the one from the beautifully crafted sheath ... that family heirloom. Alexander elegantly took it out of his sleeve, then from the sheath and without waiting for a word of approval from Smart, he cried twice: “Flammis acribus flamma! Flammis acribus flamma!”

Whatever she says will determine his next action. His wolf, Orion, was trying to come out, so he stood up from the couch and left his room to the woods. He slowly undressed and placed his clothes under a tree. In a few minutes, Orion came out and broke into a run. Orion was the only crystal wolf in the werewolves world. No one knew why his fur was completely white with golden tips, and his eyes a very deep blue. The only similarity he had with Aaron was his eye color and calm character.

someone else sneered with self-loathing. "There is only one answer to change all of this" a powerful warrior named Ronan said to his brethren. Ronan is a bulky and very powerful wolf. He has jet black hair which is longer and reaches his shoulders. His black eyes are sharp and his nose is slightly crooked. Just a single punch from him is enough for his opponent to fall. He is loyal to his pack and is yet to find his mate. When the warriors of the Blue moon pack heard his words, they looked at him expectantly.

“I prefer the pack.” “I know.” He laughed, “I just wanted to make it clear to you.” “Hey, Leonel,” I called his attention once we got to my room. “Yes?” “What do you know of a witch named Yule Cairo?” I asked seriously. “A lesser warlock,” he replied. I relaxed, but then he continued. “He’s dangerous, though not for us.” Dangerous, did he say? Did he say he was dangerous? My alarms started ringing as I took Leonel by the arm. He looked at me puzzled. He seemed to have no idea why I was reacting that way.