Ron Weasley Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Now Uwal teased him. Ronan even had to shake his head a few times to get him to come to his senses…and control himself, or else he would be drooling. That figure that he had never seen… is completely different in beauty from humans… a beauty that no human could possibly imitate. A face that is white like porcelain, but has reddish spots on the cheeks and the sides of her nose, then very neat and black eyebrows…like framing her face…her tall and slender nose…small smiling lips…not a sweet or pretty impression that comes out of that smile …but an authority, power..policy.

On Slone, it just looks gaudy. Slone pulls back her hair which has gone completely white since I last saw her. Not in the same way that old ladies have white hair, but in the strange way that a lot of younger people die their hair an almost purple-gray. But her hair wasn’t turned with a bottle of bleach in an LA salon, hers was twisted by dark magic. “Gods she reeks,” Connor points out. “She smells like rot and too much perfume.” For not the first time tonight, I wonder about what magic she has performed lately to make her smell so fully like a warlock.

Not to forget her fangs. As for nova, Nova was a striking figure with her dark brown skin and jet black hair. She was tall and athletic, with a strong and powerful build. Her dark hair was tied back in a ponytail, revealing her sharp, angular features. Her eyes were a deep brown, and they sparkled with a hint of mischief. She was a werewolf, and her animalistic instincts were always present in the way she moved and spoke. She was confident, charismatic, and always ready for adventure. She was fiercely loyal to her pack and would stop at nothing to protect them.

She decides to pretend to be occupied with her phone. Nothing like a hundred watchful gazes to make one uncomfortable in their own skin. Rosalie had a lighter complexion, compared to her father who had a stunning gingerbread complexion. She has neat brows arched above her round eyes. A freckle dotted above her left cheekbone, a straight nose, plump dark lips, a small chin and jaw. She wears her school uniform and a pair of white sneakers. Rosalie's shiny dark hair was fastened into a ponytail. Cole adored the white bow with a rhinestone sparkling; in its center, and pinned neatly to the base of her ponytail. Rosalie was like a princess…

As I stood there, transfixed by the beauty of the ice palace, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the Cryomancer's skill, and a touch of wonder at the magic that lay within her grasp. As I stood before her icy prison, the Cryomancer's gaze met mine. Her beauty was captivating, her facial structure was a masterclass in elegance, with high cheekbones and perfectly symmetrical features that seemed chiseled by the finest artist. Her hairstyle was a striking, asymmetrical design, with one side shaved close to the scalp, while the other side boasted a longer, combed-over style that cascaded down to her shoulder.

It felt like a date—a real date. Sipping at my wine, I studied Kaelen. His shoulder-length silver-blond hair was swept back and secured at the base of his neck, showcasing the claw-like scars that ran diagonally from his forehead to his square jaw. He was dressed in trousers and a button-down shirt—very un-Kaelen-like. All the effort he’d put into his cleaned-up appearance didn’t take away from his rugged beauty. It shone out from deep within him. Sometimes, I felt like I was the only one who could see it.

However, everything was already in motion. Erwin was going to marry, and Karel had to admit, for his mental health and unnecessary need for excessive honesty, that Axe was beautiful, incredibly attractive in a way that was strange to his taste. Axe was a tall, slim, elegant and very beautiful omega, with a challenging look and a presence that made even the gods pale in comparison.

Dark Sky Pack She was mousy and plain. Electra sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked the same. Plain brown hair, strange black eyes hidden behind brown contacts and skin that was pale from hiding in the library. She was not overly tall and was a little pudgy. Definitely not your typical beautiful werewolf. Every year she said that she was going to start going to the gym, going to get in shape, going to…. However, she knew better.

That’s not a compliment. “That’s the aesthetic we discussed,” Weston reminds her, his tone patient in a way that suggests they’ve had this conversation before. “Farm chic. Rustic elegance. Remember?” “Of course.” Her smile is bright and brittle. “It’s exactly what we talked about.” It’s absolutely not what she wants and we all know it. I make a mental note that Eloise’s moods seem to shift like weather patterns—warm and engaged during the dress fitting, cool and dismissive now.