Weasley Burrow Novels & Stories

Kael set his phone down. Outside his office windows, the Moorwen estate stretched farther than most humans would have understood as belonging to one household. It was not one house. The main residence sat on the highest part of the land, but below it were the packhouses, working buildings, garages, training grounds, and homes scattered between tree lines and long stretches of open ground. People moved everywhere. Young wolves were finishing drills on the training field. Two trucks were unloading supplies near one of the lower buildings. A group had gathered outside a packhouse while somebody repaired part of the roof.

Ezra leans in toward my wolf form, whispering something I can’t hear—but his voice is low, almost like he’s telling her a secret I shouldn’t know about. - They want us to go down there?!” I stare at the massive burrow yawning in the ground. “Duh.” “Wow.” My eyes sweep the area. “Are there no beast lures here?” “You don’t need that. You’re wasting time.” “Ugh. Fine!” I drop into the hole, dirt sliding under my boots until the slope suddenly tilts into a chute. I skid down, hitting flat ground hard. The space is huge—three High Orcs stacked wouldn’t even reach the ceiling. High Orcs were already ten to twelve feet tall.

For the rest of their trek through the forest they had remained silent, neither brave enough to break through the tension between them, though less awkward than when they had first left the clearing due to their short conversation on the way back. The walk soon ended, much to Alexa’s disappointment, not that she’d ever admit to it that either. Without so much as another backwards glance at Aiden they both entered the bustling little village known as the Burrow. Everything had changed for Alexa since the first time she had woken up here nearly two years prior. She wasn’t the same damaged teenager that she used to be, and just six months ago she had been an outsider, someone to gawk at, gossip

Chelsea sighed, kissed his hair, and whispered, “Yeah, sweetie. That’s kind of his brand.” Their home had become a strange little slice of chaos-meets-cozy over the past two years. A converted greenhouse-turned-cottage just inside the Blood Moon borders, infused with witchy wards, wolf-proof doors, and a playroom with more runes than a school for mages. And somehow, it all worked.

“They’re still building.” “At night,” Clara murmured. “Like they don’t want anyone to see.” Rowen nodded, jaw tight. “That’s Phase B. That’s where they buried everything.” Lightning flashed, and for a second, the whole pit glowed white. Deep in the centre, Clara saw it: a massive, circular vault door, embedded in concrete, cables snaking into it like veins. Rowen followed her gaze. “That’s the containment entrance. Whatever they’re hiding it’s in there.”

Having a private property patrolled by actual wolves, like we do for our pack territories, would cause quite a few heads to turn, I’m sure. The guards wave us through when the gate fully opens after they check our IDs. Daddy drives his classic black Ferrari down the long road that leads up to the council’s mansion. It is a beautiful, traditional Victorian mansion, but it’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen. A full five stories in navy, black and cream. A large wrap around porch is the most prominent feature in the front and it spans the entire width of the building along the first, second and third floors. It is a grand, rambling style house, almost as if they added onto it as the years progres

“Nah, I’m good.” They entered Burrow Down, they walked through an arch saying “Welc me to Burrow do n.” some letters missing on the sign overhead. Burrow down is not unlike their neighborhood even though it is still part of Crowsdale, it lies on the far eastern edge of their town. The place is less traveled, and people often avoid going there as much as possible. The streets are not very clean and some trash or paper can be seen here and there just loitering on the ground, some streetlamps have no light at all, which made Burrow down much darker than the other part of Crowsdale. Houses here are pretty shabby compared to their own houses. Some houses have boarded-up windows, chipped paint, an

Audrey’s POV We left the school when the class was over, heading to uncover more from the video in the flash drive. There was no stench of dirt in the hiding place that resembles a safehouse. It had the smell of old dust mixed with sweet rose. it looks like the kind of place where you could get stuck and nobody would ever find you. steel beams above, concrete walls, and wires running along the floor into equipment I didn't recognize but they were constantly humming in a low steeled sound. Caleb had kicked open a side grate in the abandoned train tunnel, and led us down through two ladders. And suddenly we were standing inside someone’s forgotten bunker.

"Underground spring. Stays clean, stays cold. And there are vents , natural chimneys, basically. that let the smoke out and fresh air in. It's not perfect, but it's livable. And more importantly, it's hidden." "How?" Winter asked. "How do you hide this many people? Their scent alone-" "Magic." Alice tapped her temple, grinning. "Wards. Concealment spells. The entrance is a bitch to find even if you know where to look, and it's trapped seven ways to Sunday. Any wolf tries to come down here uninvited, they're gonna have a real bad day." They passed a group of children playing some sort of game with painted stones, their laughter bright and startlingly normal. An old woman sat nearby, stitching

But I won't make it sound better than it is. We arena sure ourselves what we’re up against. We know that Crow will be there, but we have no idea who he Is working with. It could be other wizards, vampires, and werewolves. There is no telling what force he will hit us with. All we can do is prepare and hope for the best once the day arrives. Averys POV * * * * * * * * * * We had reached the destination which was what looked like a burnt-down house. There was a gate that led onto the garden, a garden that looked like death had passed through it. The house was no better. The wood from the house was chopped, there were ashes where there once was a wall.