Newt Scamander Grandson Novels & Stories

I stated. “How can you know you can’t when you don’t give it a try?” Skylar interjected, holding my hand. “Okay. Is it your birthday tomorrow?” I guessed. “Nah!” they replied. “What then is it?” I asked. “Let’s tell her, Skylar,” Scarlett told Skylar and Skylar responded with a nod. “Ian is back!” she announced excitedly. “Ian? Who is Ian?” I queried, stopping. “The Gamma’s grandson. He just returned from Bluemoon pack,” Skylar added.

Put this on,’ then, moments later took the small bundle from his wife’s arms and passed it to his father. ‘Vincent,’ he said formally, ‘I wish to present your youngest granddaughter, Ann Maria Salazar.’ Vincent looked down at the small, puckered face, the down of dark hair and the wide, vacant bluegray eyes. ‘Hello, Ann Maria,’ he said, then drawing a solemn Amanda close, he said, crouching before her. ‘See? Just what you wanted. A baby sister.’ Michael crowded in close. ‘Gampa?’ “Yes, Mike?’ Michael reached out with a small hand to touch his grandfather’s face and asked, ‘Big boys c’y?’

He nodded, “Connie will be in shortly with discharge instructions. I want to see you back here in a week.” After receiving discharge instructions from Connie, we bundled up our babies and walked to the packhouse. As soon as we walked in, we were bombarded by people. Aunt Piper, Uncle Ace, Honi, Nyx, Andrew and Jacob came running up to us, trying, and failing, to be quiet. Aunt Piper and Honi each take a baby and Andrew, Jacob and Uncle Ace go to admire them Andrew asked, “So which one is our alpha heir?” I replied, “That would be the bigger one. His name is Kenneth.” The smaller one is the beta heir for Cold Springs Pack.”

Alpha Callum rushed to the bed, eager to hear his son's condition. "He's fine and sleeping for now. He's no longer hot. I think the fever is completely gone. Grandpa's medicine is very effective," Clarice replied. "Good." Alpha Callum sat on the bed and ruffled his son's brown curls. "You and your son have the same hair," Grandpa Eliezer commented casually. "Caden is your mini-me," he added, smiling brightly. "Yeah, he does look like me in many ways. He is the future Alpha of the Savage Howl Pack," Alpha Callum responded merrily, beaming proudly.

Zander conveyed. “That’s not the big news,” I said sheepishly. “What the fuck could be bigger than that?” Questioned Zander. “You are Nathan’s half-brother,” I replied. It looked as if a bomb had gone off in Zander’s head. He looked numb. “What?” Zander said, utterly puzzled. “You are a Michaels,” I voiced. “You’re telling me that I’m a billionaire’s grandson?” Zander chuckled. “Zander!” I giggled. “Well, yes, I guess I am.”

The man laughed and said, "Zander Ripley's son, Aloysius Ripley. Grandpa, you should know that I am your only grandson. I should be the rightful successor of Ripley Group!" Howard pointed at him in shock, his finger violently shaking. Zander Ripley? How would his youngest son, who was dead, have a son? Howard clutched his chest. He was so overwhelmed that he collapsed.

“See that? Now that’s a proper chairman’s car. Your piece of junk couldn’t even come close to the price of a single door on my Rolls-Royce.” The onlookers quickly chimed in. “Exactly. Black is understated and elegant, which fits the chairman’s status. Only women would go for something as flashy as pink.” “A Rimac and a Rolls-Royce aren’t even in the same league.” “I heard Mr. Creed is the chairman’s grandson. He’s here on a summer internship. Crossing him won’t end well.” “That girl is done for…” I only grew more confused as I listened. Since when did my grandfather have another grandchild? How did I not know about this?

I requested as the meeting broke up. "As Cáel, or the Head of House Ishara?" she asked. "Neither," I replied. She waved the others away with Tigger shutting the door. Pamela remained seated. Katrina shot me a look concerning Pamela's presence. "I don't control her," I shrugged. "She hangs around me for her own reasons." Katrina nodded. I walked to the edge of Katrina's desk, put my palms on its cool surface. "Katrina, I am the Grandson of Cáel O'Shea, I met Brianna O'Shea earlier this morning, she knows who I am and was brought to town because some genetic research done on me."

Everyone chuckled as the young heirs showed off. Through their mate bond, Axel felt Sara's pride as she held their son. The baby's eyes shifted between wolf-gold and phoenix-amber while he reached curiously for the magical lights surrounding him. His eyes always came back to his mom, and he stared at her. Axel couldn't blame him. Sara was beautiful. "My grandson," Blaze senior said gruffly, watching his namesake create tiny flame wolves that romped through the air. "Already combining powers like his father and aunt."

I just nod as my son passes me his son. My first grandson, he’s a big boy. The minute he is in my arms I can feel our magic merging with each other. He has the silver eyes of the Kazimier line and the dark hair like his father, except from one very obvious white/silver stripe over his head the same colour as his mother. There is a soft knock at the door when Tynan and Ezekiel appear. “Come in, Nari is with Kurat in the bathroom. This is your grandson” I say as they both come up to look at the little bundle in my arms.