Older Ron Weasley Novels & Stories

“I can’t stay. I told you how bad I react when I am under pressure. I am going to cost you this hunt.” “You will be fine. Trust me ok.” he talked me out of leaving and so I stayed. We went closer to the man of the hour Ron King. Ron King is an old man at the age of 76. His hair is fully gray and he is a bit taller than me. He is a bit over weight but the black suit he is wearing makes him look like one of those cool grandpas. Ron King was busy talking to all those people when we came close. We greeted him, and he greeted us with his graceful English accent.

Her aunt's perception was off the charts, after all. Theo had been like a good big sister to her since her parents died. She used to be her Dad's secretary, but now works as the Internals VP to AR Corp. Tina would be lying if she said that Aunt Theo's eccentricities didn't freak her out, though. The woman is Professor McGonagall in Harry Potter magnified. Tina would not be surprised if her aunt turned into a cat one of these days.

I find myself wondering how much of it is true. I clear my throat before I attempt to speak. Malachi and Jaxon exchange smiles when they see how flushed I am. Ronan’s face remained straight. It isn’t unlike him. He’s the oldest of them after all. How old is he now? Thirty-six? “Well, maybe I am.” The words spill out of my mouth before I get the chance to take them back. Malachi’s grey eyes turn a bright silver as they gleam. Jaxon only smiles, while Ronan leans further into his seat.

I didn't believed that it would be that bad but now I was taking a double take of my god damn awful decisions . Ron didn't graduate with his class last year and since he was my best friend , I kinda agreed to tutor him at early in the morning before the classes began at school . Though I decided that I wanted to do him a solid and made it my mission to have him graduate together with me and Selina . Doesn't necessarily mean that he was on boat for a full ride . Which would explain why the guy was not only an hour late but also , he smelled of smoked blunt and whiskey and there was a little tail following behind him , dressed in her varsity outfit coupled together with her silver shimmering

Her words sank like stones, and I felt a pit of despair as I realized the depths of my isolation. At the front of the hall was a raised platform with five tall chairs. Each chair was occupied by an Elder, their faces lined with age and hardened by years of judgment. Tasha took her seat on the far left, and in the center sat an older man whose resemblance to Ronon was uncanny—though his eyes were far colder, filled with a harshness that unnerved me. I realized then that he must be Ronon’s elder relative, the root of Ronon’s strength, but without his warmth.

And Ron had the werewolf blood in him. After our brief moment of surprise, Ron told me why he was in the dungeon. It baffled me though. Ron was in the dungeon for killing his real father who was a werewolf. He had hidden weapons just to end the life of his sperm-donor as he had called him. His crazy confession scared me. Why would anyone, especially someone who had a werewolf blood coursing through your veins, hide weapons to kill the same werewolves that we had been forbidden against even scratching them.

' Caroline mouthed instead of shouting loud. "Now, I would like you to show everyone a presentation with which I can explain in a better way that how I will be taking the company to the next level of success." Saying this, the presentation began but instead of any slides related to work. It was the pictures of Caroline with her Uncle Oli in which she was hugging him happily, and in the next picture, she said kissed his cheek, and in the next picture, Oliver Weasley kissed her forehead.

"But it seems Percy was a bit careless while wiping away the traces of his Alpha. Ryker Wraithe's remains ended up in a college student's notes. "Wait a minute," Spencer blurted out, his voice filled with disbelief. "Even nine hundred years ago, this wizard was ninety-nine years old, and he's still...that old?" His eyes darted toward Aran, his question reflecting everyone’s confusion. "And you—you look like you're in your early thirties, just like Silas, but you know everything from nine hundred years ago. What's going on?"

“Uncle Gerald.” He smiles, but it’s not a warm one. “You finally see me,” he says, his tone calm, almost mocking. “It’s been a long time, Ronan.” I can barely process the sight of him. He’s supposed to be dead—gone after the last war, vanished without a trace. But here he is, looking almost the same, except his eyes aren’t the color I remember. They’re pitch black, like Caius’s had been, veins crawling up from his neck like roots of rot.

She kept feeling that there were too many problems between the two of them. At the bottom of it all, it was because the time they spent together in the past was too scary… "It was also you who came last time?" Anne was slightly stunned. She turned her face, and she could not help but stand up as she saw Ron appear. It has been a very long time since they last met. Other than having more gray hairs on his sideburns, Ron's appearance basically did not change much, which showed that he was not having a hard time here. He was just slightly tormented.