Ron Weasly Novels & Stories

Laryn Sir Orland Locksy is a weasel in every sense of the word. I hate him and I hate the realm he lives in. Mucky skies, putrid air, and immoral people. I call it hell's realm. It's also my favorite place to collect treasure. My dragon brothers and I have been many times. It's always a challenge and, best of all, dangerous. I should feel apprehensive bringing my bride here, but what I feel is exhilaration clear to the tip of my dragon's tail.

I whisper to Owen. Beneath the “werewolves” column, she neatly prints, “Owen and Ella: Reproductive Spell.” Changing from her black marker to a red one, she makes a bullet point below it: “Ella = Tyr” and “Owen = Fenrir” “We know enough about the spell that we understand the symbolism,” she says, moving to the next column. She notes there that thralls cast the spell on us. Then, under “unknown,” she writes “moonstone.”

“Okay, do you have anything of his? Something personal?” Eron rummaged through his robe and pulled out an obsidian chain. “His necklace. he's had it since he was born.” “Perfect.” Ron said as he collected it and turned to the witch he had asked to stay behind. “Big brother, we need your help.” Prince Ron looked at the witch he had never paid attention to. Big brother? Big brother as in blood related or just witch related? The big brother smiled, steeping forward. “Anything for you, little brother.”

I was always careless and blunt. "Babe?!" again! Just another twit from this ugly parrot, I might as well let her tooth fly first. "You've got the nerve to call Martin babe after what you've ~" "No one wants your presence here, Ms.Weasly!" she wasn't able to finish her words for Martin's roar suddenly vibrated in the entrance door. He wheeled his wheelchair past me while Shantel followed through with a smug and annoying look.

Therefore, it did not come as a surprise when Lucas opted to choose his mate as he is in a relationship with my sister. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the minister’s voice boomed once more, silencing the music. “The time has come for our Alpha to choose his Luna.” He turned to Lucas. “Alpha Lucas Weasley, who will be your Luna?” The hall held its breath. I took a sip of my drink, waiting for the inevitable. Nothing! I mean nothing! Would have prepared me for the word that came out from Lucas’s mouth. “Hanni Severus.”

"You have the right wolf, Mr. Wesley. Though Lawson is no longer the name I carry. My blood has been recognized as White." Draco’s face broke into a full grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners like the first light of dawn. "I see. Then it’s an honor to finally meet you, Miss White. You’re far more intriguing than the scouts described." "I don't follow, Mr. Wesley," I managed, my head tilting in confusion.

he commanded, his thumb pressing down hard on my bottom lip, forcing my jaw to drop wider. I obeyed instantly, trembling as the hot, weeping head of his cock brushed against my tongue. I let out a soft, pathetic whine, my eyes fluttering shut as he pushed forward just enough to stretch me, tasting my own flavor mixed with his potent heat. "That's it," Draco praised darkly, his free hand sliding around to grip the back of my neck, anchoring me firmly in place. "Take it. Show me how loyal my little spy really is."