Ron Weasley Fan Art Novels & Stories

My perfume sat untouched on the vanity like an artifact from a life I barely recognized. Above the hearth, the portrait remained. Us—painted in ceremonial stillness. Ronan in black, one hand curled possessively around mine. I in pale silk, chin tilted modestly, eyes dulled into submission. Behind us, wolves painted into obedient crouches, symbols of loyalty neither of us had truly earned.

"Roanne got in touch with me this morning, and she wanted me to paint a picture of her and gift it to her the next time we meet." As he said this, he pointed at the painting and asked, "She was dressed in white when we saw her yesterday, so I drew her in the same clothes. Does this painting look like her?" Luna glanced at the painting, frowning, then shook her head. "No, it doesn't. it looks more like…" Like Dr. Rachel. Of course, Luna did not say this aloud. "Is that so?" Theo stood up and quickly tidied up his things. "Well, if that's the case, I'll go ask Joshua if he has any photos or further information about Roanne so that I can get inspired.

No matter the pattern or color, it drew my attention. I couldn't move my eyes away for a long time. "How's it? Not bad, right?" Winston crossed his arms proudly as if showing off a new game to his friends. He appeared a little cute. I chuckled, squinted at him, and said teasingly, "I like it, but it's hard for me to imagine a boy decorating such a dreamy place." He rubbed his head in embarrassment but said sincerely, "Luna, you can come here to paint. You're Professor King's favorite student and everyone's favorite teaching assistant.

Although she is a snow Wolf but I hope she is not the one. But, my heart squeezes in shock and uncertainty uneasiness when I take the paper out of the envelope and the first thing that caught my attention. The picture of Princess Elle, AKA Princess Elektra Brienne Fluer, the legendary Omega Warrior of Arizona Blood Moon Pack. Comparing to my wife, Aurora Bliss, anyone would think they are different person but I know that's not the case

I sketched that at least a couple of weeks before Orlando got the call about his father. "Oh, I must see the others," Charles says. "I'd love it if you could send them to me." "I actually have my sketchbook right here," I admit, tentatively reaching into my bag. "But I'll warn you again - they're nothing special. Just little things I did for fun." I flip through my notebook until I find one of my other pictures of Orlando. I didn't know how to draw him as a sexy alpha wolf, so instead, I sketched him morphing from a man into a half-man, half-wolf, werecreature.

See you in next chapters for fun and giggles. Gift for us... I got a fanart image for Banks & Eleanor. It's my current profile picture. Hope they look as imagined. Xie Xie

I rolled my eyes as I sat back on my chair with disappointment. “That’s not true. I wasn’t thinking of chives while you were drawing at all. I haven’t seen anyone who can paint as good as you in this Packhouse, Luna,” the omega replied. “Of course, you would appreciate such a lousy drawing. For an omega like you, how could you possibly appreciate the great arts when you have never even seen them,” I raised an eyebrow in annoyance. “That’s true, Luna, but not even Astrid could draw a perfect circle even if she wanted to.”

I saw the way she watched the wolf. Her own wolf was drawn to him, her twin’s aura surged as she watched my youngest son’s wolf take its first form. The small smirk she wore had my blood run cold, she waved off my worries with an eye roll. Tartarus was a huge black wolf with a gold crescent moon on his forehead and gold eyes. Orion thought I was worrying too much that he was born to rule that army for his brother. Orion touches my hand pulling me from my inner thoughts of our son and his wolf. He has a slight frown on his face, so I offer him a small smile.

someone else sneered with self-loathing. "There is only one answer to change all of this" a powerful warrior named Ronan said to his brethren. Ronan is a bulky and very powerful wolf. He has jet black hair which is longer and reaches his shoulders. His black eyes are sharp and his nose is slightly crooked. Just a single punch from him is enough for his opponent to fall. He is loyal to his pack and is yet to find his mate. When the warriors of the Blue moon pack heard his words, they looked at him expectantly.

I rolled my eyes. Orion’s face turned a particularly interesting shade of red. His shoulders quaked and lips peeled back in a sneer. Anyone else would’ve been pissing themselves. Draco took one look at him and shook his head, ears twitching from his dramatics. “This girl is nothing to me. Nothing to any of us. She’s a means to an end. If you think she could be anything more than that, you are fooling yourself.” My partial smile fell. Ah, so that’s what his problem was. Seems the she-wolf was affecting him more than he let on. Any other time I wouldn’t mind a good fight, but Orion seemed more on edge than usual.